Chapter 458 Qualitative Analysis_1

Purple Summers suddenly felt like someone frantically pursuing something until exhaustion, only to abruptly realize that the direction she pursued was empty, devoid of meaning.

As time passed, the images of her death became increasingly hazy, and she was more and more uncertain whether the push she felt was an illusion or not.

Aria Jackson sent Purple Summers away.

Outside, the sunshine was splendid, and although the air was still biting cold, the roadside green belts had sprouted new growth signaling that spring was nearly here.

Purple Summers waited for a taxi under a tree, looking up to see the withered treetops sprouting tender green buds.

The rebirth made her gloomy mood slightly better.

Purple Summers took a taxi to the governor's secretary's home.