Sure, here is the translation:
Summer Sutton forgot to react upon seeing Manuel Ink.
In this moment, in such an environment, being able to see him was something Summer Sutton had never expected.
His appearance made Summer Sutton, who had been plunged into despair, see a glimmer of hope.
Manuel Ink shifted the umbrella he was holding slightly over her head, his thin lips moved slightly, responding softly, "Hm."
Now, he was no longer questioning the meaning of the word "sun" she mentioned before.
The nickname Summer Sutton gave him was purely offhand, yet he seemed to accept it without question.
Summer Sutton stared at him intently for at least five minutes. After coming back to her senses, she was somewhat excited, "You're not dead! You're not dead! That's so great!"
As if not quite believing what she saw was real, her hand landed on his arm, pinching here and there, squeezing the muscles and feeling his warm veins before coming back to her senses again.
