Purple Summers didn't dare to think too deeply; the feeling was too awful. She would rather believe that Atra Blanc pretended not to recognize her because there were strangers present.
But could her acting be too good?
Purple Summers walked away dejectedly, only able to wait until Atra Blanc was alone to test her again.
Unfortunately, the two middle-aged women chatted endlessly, and Purple Summers waited in the shadows for a long time, but Atra Blanc and the female tourist next door showed no signs of stopping!
After waiting a bit more, Alexander Summers returned.
As he passed by Atra Blanc, he glanced at her indifferently, his face betraying no emotion; mother and son were like strangers, neither recognizing the other.
This absurd situation was unfolding right before her, and Purple Summers's mind was filled with mixed feelings.
How had things come to this? She was really getting frantic.
