Purple Summers walked along the secluded path in the garden towards the mansion in front.
The splendid and magnificent European-style mansion shimmered in the sunlight, with its pure white pillars standing out even more and the greenery becoming even greener. Water flowed gently from the mouths of the statues in the fountain, making everything around seem so refined.
This was a place that easily aroused romantic feelings.
When she first moved in, she thought she would find happiness here, but who could have known, she lost her life...
Purple Summers stood at the door, with the morning summer sun casting a soft golden hue on her. Her eyes, as black as fine inkstones, seemed to absorb all the splendor around, sparkling brilliantly.
She squinted and smiled, revealing a hint of cunning in her vivacity.
She estimated it well.
