Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 19: Chapter 19: The Original Purple Summers 1

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Atra Blanc from the next room rushed over almost immediately, pounding on the door, “Purple? Purple! What’s wrong?”

Purple Summers opened the door with a pale face, seemingly still startled, “No… nothing, just had a nightmare.”

Atra Blanc, who always doted on her like a child, pulled Purple Summers into her arms and gently patted her back, “Why would you have a nightmare, must have been really scared right? Don’t worry, Mom is with you tonight.”

“No need, I’m really fine.” Purple Summers forced a laugh twice, “It’s just a dream, Mom, go to bed soon.”

Atra Blanc looked at her worriedly, “Really okay?”

“Hmm, really okay.”

After persuading Atra Blanc to go back, Purple Summers took a deep breath and closed the door again.

She was not a timid person, she was just caught off guard earlier…

Purple Summers did some mental preparation for herself, then turned off the light in the room-

When the surroundings plunged into darkness, different scenes gradually appeared on the walls, filled with violence and blood, like hellish imagery.

She was scared by the painting on the wall just now.

Purple Summers walked to the wall and gently scratched it.contemporary romance

It should have been painted with a special kind of paint, colorless and odorless, unnoticeable in normal conditions, but would emit red fluorescence in the dark.

The author of the painting was undoubtedly the original Purple Summers.

Thinking about how she was relieved today that the other party hadn’t vandalized the room, turns out it was not that it wasn’t vandalized, but it was all on the wall…

Purple Summers watched the wall bit by bit.

The more she looked, the more horrified she was.

The content of the painting, was either the twisting of human heads or the tearing of guts! It was like a Purgatory!

While she was shocked, she felt pity.

—This sixteen-year-old girl was either autistic or had severe depression, otherwise, she would not paint these things in her room…

Perhaps Purple Summers didn’t slit her wrists over her failed puppy love, perhaps… the breakup was just the last straw that weighed heavily on her heart, an excessive psychological load, made her choose a dead-end.

This stuff on the wall needs to be cleaned up, in case someone discovers it, she wouldn’t be able to explain.

Two girls frequently appear in the painting, even though it’s abstract, one can tell it’s Yolanda Summers and Laura Summers. They must have often bullied Purple Summers, so in Purple’s painting, these two people suffered almost all conceivable abuse.

Little Purple hated this place, hated everyone here.

“You and I, seem to share a common fate now…”

She caressed the painting on the wall, muttering to herself.

Woken up by nightmare in the middle of the night, and then seeing such spectacular paintings on the wall, Purple Summers had no desire to sleep.

The paintings, definitely need to be removed somehow, otherwise, it would be too terrifying to see these every night when opening the eyes.

On second thought, the poor little girl was pitiful, ended her life in just sixteen years, afraid that the only thing left behind must be these paintings.

She wanted to take pictures of the paintings on the wall as a memorial to the original owner.

Purple Summers found a tablet, called up the camera function, and began taking pictures of the paintings on the wall.

While taking the pictures… she felt something was not right.

She frowned, and stopped the motion in her hand.

These paintings…all seem to have the same perspective.

She took another careful look at the fluorescent painting on the wall, then turned her head towards the bay window- –

The curtain had been drawn already.

She drew it again, and opened the glass window.

Outside, the moon was bright and stars were few, everything under the moonlight was both clear and hazy.

Purple Summers contrasted it for a long time, and finally understood.

The painting on the wall wasn’t made up, it’s what she saw through this window!

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