The middle-aged woman kept staring at Summer Sutton during the meal and couldn't help but ask, "By the way, I still don't know your name."
"My name is Summer Sutton, Madam," Summer lifted her face and said.
"Summer..." the middle-aged woman mumbled, repeating her name, then muttered to herself, "Surname is Sutton..."
"That's right, Madam," Summer said.
The surname Sutton isn't rare; many people in the country have this surname.
The middle-aged woman probably thought of this herself, smiled wryly, and changed the topic, "How old are you?"
Summer Sutton is actually not quite twenty-three, still two months away.
"Twenty-three." Not paying much attention, she answered vaguely.
The middle-aged woman nodded and didn't ask further.
She just smiled and said, "I feel particularly familiar with you. Do you think we might really be destined?"
Her words made Summer Sutton slightly surprised.
Maybe?
Encountered in the country, and in Vienna too.
