"Yes, yes, see how deeply affectionate he is; she must be the girl he cherishes above all else, right?"
"They're both so young, if something happens to them, what a pity it would be."
"I've never seen such a stubborn young man; just how deep is this love that he's willing to risk his life?"
"Yes, everyone else has left, but he's the only one still there. What if another accident happens?"
In a small clay house, a slender figure just walked out.
Having heard every word of their conversation, Summer Sutton anxiously grabbed one person's arm, "Who were you just talking about?"
The group shook their heads, indicating they didn't know Adrian Walyon's identity.
Summer Sutton pressed on, "Was it a young man about six feet two, with short black hair and striking features?"
Afraid they still wouldn't understand, she quickly took out a photo on her phone, "Is it him?"
"Yes! Yes!" They nodded quickly.
"Where is he?" Summer Sutton looked at them in disbelief, asking frantically.
