Summer Fairmont came out of the dilapidated Brunschwig Distillery and saw Artie's car was still there.
Without pausing, she walked straight over.
"Didn't leave?" Summer asked after seeing Leo in the car clearly.
Her tone was indifferent, and her expression revealed nothing.
The wind on Islay was still blowing, the peat still burning, as if nothing had changed.
"Well, I…" Leo's mind was blank when he saw Summer.
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Why am I here?
Leo couldn't even answer these simple three questions for himself, let alone address Summer's more challenging question about why he hadn't left.
"Let's go."
Summer spoke Chinese never using modal particles.
"Let's go" seemed straightforward, yet it felt somewhat different from usual.
Of course, Leo, who still didn't know what Summer was usually like, couldn't detect anything odd in her intonation.
