Atra Blanc was startled, "Purple? What happened to you?"
Purple Summers closed her eyes and gently shook her head, "I'm fine..."
"Did you two have a fight?" Atra Blanc appeared helpless, anxiously looking at Purple Summers, "Did your brother scold you? Bully you?"
Purple Summers was still sobbing as she shook her head.
She would rather he scolded her, bullied her, so that she could hate him and resent him openly!
Knowing that he had ruined her marriage, her life, that he had done all sorts of wicked things for his own selfish desires, treated her like a doll to maneuver, yet she couldn't bring herself to hate him! She had even fallen in love with him!
The source of her pain was her love for him!
Her heart felt as if it was being ground upon a blunt knife, the flesh worn ragged and bleeding incessantly, like a masochist trapped in a torturous nightmare!
...
At night, a light snow began to fall, silently drifting down.