Purple Summers sat there, her expression inscrutable, silent, as if tacitly approving.
Aria Jackson stared at her for a while, then strode forward with her long legs and sat down directly across from Purple Summers, frowning and asking, "How did you know that Suzanne Saunders and I liked our noodles without spiciness or green onions? Did Suzanne tell you?"
Purple Summers looked at Aria, a thousand words in her mind, but not knowing where to begin.
...Before coming here, she had prepared a speech.
She hesitated, but Aria was impatient for answers!
"Did she not die?!" Aria Jackson anxiously inquired, "Her body was never found, she must still be alive! She knew someone was trying to harm her, so she didn't show her face and asked you to send a message instead; is that correct?!"
In just a few seconds, Aria had already filled her thoughts with scenarios of how Suzanne had been hiding after the attack.
