The days passed by, one after another, calm and uneventful.
Purple Summers felt that not being driven mad by such days was a testament to her extraordinary willpower.
There was a minor incident in between.
A crow flew nearby, circled above the roof a few times, then settled on the courtyard wall.
The snow's whiteness made its jet-black feathers particularly noticeable.
Nathaniel Summers shot at the crow but missed; the crow lost a few feathers and flew away with a loud caw.
The crow had no white feathers on its head; Purple Summers wasn't sure; perhaps it was Tiny's offspring, or maybe just an ordinary crow from around here...
Then she thought that since Alexander Summers had already sent Tiny and the others to Pearlpoint, it made no sense for them to suddenly appear in Kingsley. Thus, Purple Summers's mind was eased.
But Nathaniel took it to heart.
After the crow flew away, Nathaniel started to leave early and return late, as if preparing for a move.
