The weather in Lyra always seems to be like this, perpetually drizzling, leaving her with the deepest impression of the city being its rain.
Summer Shawcross withdrew her gaze from the sky and continued to look at Sherry in front of her, sighing as she spoke.
"Sherry, we have to go back, please take good care of yourself..."
As she spoke, she glanced at the father and son beside Sherry.
The little one lay reluctantly on Yancy Shaw's shoulder, his round face showing a very sad expression.
"Well, have a safe trip." Sherry nodded and gave her a smile.
Summer nodded too, then turned around.
Noah Drexler had already raised his hand, opening the rear door of the car, and Summer quickly sat inside obediently.
Just as she got into the car, a sharp sound of sudden braking suddenly came from the direction of The Drexler Family's entrance.
The noise startled Summer, who quickly raised her head and looked ahead of the car.
A silver SUV was parked at The Drexler Family's entrance.
