The wind was strong on the river bank, chilling Purple Summers to the bone. She felt cold inside too, as if a gaping hole had been torn open in her heart, allowing an icy current to pour directly into it and freeze it solid.
It took her nearly half an hour of walking along the embankment before she managed to hail a taxi.
When she got home, Atra Blanc had already prepared dinner.
"Why do you look so pale?" Atra asked as she arranged the tableware, looking up to see her daughter's pallid face. She immediately went over and took Purple's hands into her own. "Your hands are so cold."
"The spring flowers are blooming, I went for a walk outside with Alexander," Purple explained offhandedly.
"You two are too careless. The cold snap hasn't passed yet. At this time of the year, it's easiest to catch a cold!" Atra frowned and sighed before hurriedly heading for the kitchen. "I'm going to make you some ginger soup."
"Okay," Purple agreed, smiling sweetly. She didn't want to worry Atra.
