"Miss, let's go back." Michael said, following Polly Sutton.
Polly Sutton was still looking at the myriad of lights in the distance.
"Michael, do you think it's safe?" Polly Sutton suddenly asked.
Michael paused slightly, as if he didn't understand what Polly Sutton meant.
Polly Sutton lowered her eyes slightly, "A great knife does not cut small evils, great sorrow originates from small evils."
Michael was not Victor Parker; he didn't know how to comfort Polly Sutton.
So he could only remain silent.
Polly Sutton stood in the cold wind for a while, then turned to Michael, "Let's go back."
In the days that followed, Polly Sutton continued to immerse herself in Dragon Shadow every day, producing one design after another, comparing materials again and again, always feeling unsatisfied.
From the cold winter to early spring, Polly Sutton came out of Dragon Shadow, looking up at the glaring sun, birds chirping around, and even the flowers nearby had started to bud.
