"Sun!" Sumr Sutton called out to him, slowly walking towards him.
Her heart was a bit tense on the way here.
He was her light, and every ti he appeared before her, he made her see hope in desperate situations.
This ti, Sumr Sutton also placed all her hope in him.
"This ti, my purpose for coming to the Ink Family is really, really important to . I know my request is abrupt, and I know the Ink Family has no obligation to help , but no matter what, I still hope you can help ." Sumr Sutton ca to his side, her gaze flickering slightly as she looked at him.
If she wasn’t at her wit’s end, she wouldn’t have traveled all this way.
If there wasn’t really no other way, she wouldn’t have the audacity to shalessly stay here like this.
Manuel Ink had saved her life several tis before. Although Sumr Sutton didn’t know why he was so good to her, if he could risk his life to save her, then this ti, with a little more persuasion, he should also help her, right?
Manuel Ink simply turned slightly to her, his gaze vacant outside the window, not responding to her words at all.
Sumr Sutton stood quietly by his side, patiently waiting for his answer.
The place Manuel Ink was looking at was the garden downstairs, outside the garden his room faced a sea of purple flowers.
It was a kind of strange flower that Sumr Sutton hadn’t seen elsewhere. The flower shape was small, and the purple petals beca sowhat transparent after being hit by rainwater, looking magically beautiful.
Manuel Ink stared at the sea of flowers in the garden for a long ti, then suddenly said, "Do you see that patch of flowers downstairs?"
Sumr Sutton was montarily stunned, her gaze following the direction he was looking, scrutinizing it closely.
After a brief silence, Manuel Ink slowly said again, "The Ink Family has been planting them for decades."
He didn’t say anything else, just that one sentence.
Sumr Sutton slightly reacted, suddenly understanding.
Decades of ti spent continually planting the sa type of plant, and the Old Master’s leg injury took exactly decades to heal.
These flowers must be related to healing the Old Master’s leg injury!
They must be!
Manuel Ink was helping her, without even discussing any conditions.
Her sun truly was as warm as the sun.
"Manuel, you’re so good! Thank you!" At this mont, Sumr Sutton was particularly excited, wanting to give him a pat.
Her hand had already reached out, touching the cold, handso face above, and her mind felt like it was doused with cold water, instantly becoming much clearer.
Her sun was a deity, not soone any woman could casually touch!
Manuel Ink turned his eyes, faintly glancing at her hand frozen mid-air.
Sumr Sutton felt a bit embarrassed, quickly retracting her hand, her smile curving her lips.
She was too happy!
Just the thought of Adrian Walyon’s leg injury being curable made her mood soar.
Despite her own leg injury, she turned and dashed downstairs, "I’m going to pick them now!"
Just as she ran to the door, there was a "thud" from behind Manuel Ink, followed by Sumr Sutton’s cry of pain.
When she turned her head, Sumr Sutton was lying flat on the ground, seemingly having fallen heavily.
She fell quite embarrassingly, and it seed as though her already injured leg was hurt again.
Manuel Ink stared at her for a mont, his lips twitching.
Expressionless, he walked to her side and pulled her up from the ground, "Planning to stay here a few more days?"
Sumr Sutton, "..."
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