Feeling too bored in the hall, Summer Sutton went to the garden alone.
The Walyon Family was bustling tonight, and even the garden was brightly lit.
Summer Sutton wandered aimlessly alone in the garden.
Northtown is a city well-suited for growing maple trees; maple scenery is visible everywhere on the streets.
The Walyon Family mansion has many maples as well, their red leaves almost setting the night ablaze.
Summer Sutton walked a little further and unexpectedly bumped into a figure.
A man, exceedingly handsome, stood there; the hazy night couldn't hide his brilliance.
He possessed a nocturnal aura—mysterious, reserved, and quiet.
The garden lights shimmered, merging him with the red maples into a painting as he stood silently.
He was slightly turned away from Summer Sutton, playing with his phone; at this hour, everyone else was lively in the living room, but he chose solace here.
