In the same spot, with the same shape, that rose-like red mark—Adrian had seen it on Summer before…
A horrifying realization dawned on him.
Could it be…
No, no, no. No way! That's impossible!
Summer was always so dignified and self-respecting. Even at the peak of their love, she had always held onto that final boundary.
How could Summer ever fall into such a taboo relationship with her uncle?!
Adrian stared fixedly at that red mark, repeating it over and over in his head, like a desperate chant.
'This isn't Summer. This can't be Summer!'
But deep down, a voice whispered, "What if it is? What if it really is her?"
Adrian's body shook uncontrollably, his eyes bloodshot, his mind burning with feverish intensity. He couldn't control the urge to rush over and see if that woman was trul
