On a morning, an eight or nine-year-old boy walked into Tomorrow's Noble School. He carried a backpack and looked like he hadn't slept well; standing at the entrance, he yawned several times.,"Let's part ways." Summer didn't hesitate for a moment and made the decision. After all these years, he had come to see her as an independent woman rather than a clone.,"I don't mind, it’s up to her if she likes this name or not." Summer had no objections.。