"It's no use. We've looked for doctors in Metropia, in Port Sovereign, even all over the world. This is neurasthenia, and it's led to cardiopulmonary failure. It's irreversible." Sylvia Lowell smiled. "There's no need to find a medical team. Since you're here, just stay and keep Summer company for a few days. Let me finish my final piece."
That was the second time Kian Sterling had seen Summer.
Compared to six months ago, Summer was a little taller but still just as round. Her rosy, cherubic face had a healthy glow. When she tilted her head to study him, her eyes flickered with uncertainty—she didn't quite remember him.
But a child's world is a simple one: be good to them, and they will be good to you in return.
In just two days, the two were playing together like old friends. Summer followed Kian Sterling around all day, calling him "Big Brother" this and "Big Brother" that. She was even more attached to him than she had been six months before.
