Summer Sutton was clearly drunk like this, yet she could remember all of Watt Bennet's recent actions.
She had opened up the topic, but then held her aching forehead and blurted out, "Why am I telling you all this?"
After a pause, she added, "You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
Watt Bennet's face had already looked bad tonight, and her words undoubtedly darkened it further.
"By the way, I'm having my graduation ceremony soon, will you come then?" At this moment, Summer Sutton's logic was purely whatever came to mind.
Sometimes her speech was so orderly that Watt Bennet wondered if she was truly drunk.
Without answering her question, he lowered his head and glanced at her in his arms, then asked back, "Do you want me to come?"
"Of course." Summer Sutton answered without a hint of hesitation, as if it was obvious.
"Don't mind letting everyone know your boyfriend is a disabled person in a wheelchair?" Watt Bennet reminded her.
