From Morning Garden to Summer Sutton's place, even at the fastest speed, it would take nearly two hours.
Adrian Walyon stared at the message sent by Summer Sutton for quite a while, and without minding the inconvenience in the middle of the night, he drove straight there.
It was already late at this hour.
After such a long drive, by the time he reached where Summer Sutton was, it was already three in the morning.
The place she was at was a delicate handmade shop. Through the clean glass, Adrian Walyon saw her with her back towards him.
Summer Sutton seemed focused on doing something, occasionally consulting with the clerk beside her.
The clerk patiently spoke to her for a bit, and Summer Sutton then buried her head and continued crafting.
Such a handmade shop would usually close by ten.
But tonight, seemingly just for her, the shop remained open at midnight, waiting for her to finish her creation.
