"You are..."
Why does he seem so familiar to her? Just a brief glimpse of his back before, and she had this feeling.
But now, when she stood beside the man, this feeling grew even stronger.
For some reason, her eyes inexplicably reddened.
The crucial thing was, she couldn't recall who he was...
...
As the sound of her voice faded, the man's watering suddenly stopped.
A breeze swept across the garden... the last two withered leaves fell from the tree to the ground.
Then, the man slowly put down the watering can in his hand, reached out, and maneuvered the wheelchair to slowly turn around.
Summer Shawcross stood there in a daze, focused on watching the man turn around.
However, when she clearly saw the man's face, her body suddenly froze.
That incredibly gentle face was now as emaciated as his form, as if a slightly stronger wind could easily blow him away...
"Brother..." Summer uttered in disbelief, staring at the man sitting in the wheelchair.
