When she awoke, Gavin Graves was sitting by the hospital bed,
Purple Summers was stunned for a moment, then all the events rushed into her mind one after another. She remembered the news and the photo she had seen just before she fainted—
She could not have mistaken that piece of fabric.
Alexander Summers had specially prepared an old-fashioned, richly ornamented Mandarin jacket for her. She had been impressed by its superior craftsmanship, even the buttons were set with turquoise, and the decorative edging was gorgeous and exquisite, every detail spoke of delicacy.
Purple Summers could hold back no longer, tears cascaded like a waterfall, and she sat on the bed, weeping loudly!
Was Alexander Summers still alive?
If even his clothes were blasted to tatters, could he still be alive?