Summer Lowell stared at her without blinking: "Can you tell me everything you know? Please?"
Vivian Sullivan hesitated a bit; considering the emotional entanglements between Summer and Maxim Sinclair...
This point Charles Jenson made was indeed true. In this matter, she was really an outsider, and she couldn't necessarily pinpoint the right and wrong.
"Is Justin Huxley hiding something from me? If what he said is true, why are you so hesitant?"
Summer, as an art student, could sometimes be terrifyingly perceptive.
Vivian looked at Summer and gently pointed to the dark circles under her eyes: "Recently not sleeping well? The fatigue under your eyes can't be covered by makeup."
"I didn't wear any makeup today."
Summer grasped Vivian's right hand with one hand: "I trust my instincts. From the first moment I saw you, I felt you were someone I could trust. I really want to know what exactly I've forgotten. Can you tell me?"
"Some things, perhaps forgetting them would be better."
