Chapter 82

I left the room in a hurry. At this time, there were already many people gathered in the villa, clad in ceremonial black suits or black skirts and giving the deceased their utmost respect. When I found Summer Jacobs, she was sitting on the swing in the back garden. She was wearing a dignified black cheongsam with intricate dark embroidery. Her hair was swept up neatly, embellished with a small, elegant white flower that sat above her ear. As she stared blankly at the freshly-blooming peach blossoms on the trees, a dreadful lifelessness radiated from her gaze. With the passing breeze, the delicate flowers left the tree branches and fell on her. On her black dress, the bright petals were dazzling to the eyes, blinding even. Gently, I removed the petals from her hair and dress. At that moment, I felt the need to comfort her, but no suitable words came to mind. Any words I could have said seemed futile. After all, the man in the crystal coffin was the love of her life. After some thoug