"I remember." The woman replied briskly.
Purple Summers hesitated slightly, "Are you sure? After all, it was several days ago, don't you need to think it over carefully?"
"She came several times, and it left a deep impression on me," the woman explained, "After all, in our place, it's rare to see a woman dressed so beautifully."
That seemed reasonable.
Purple Summers fell silent for a moment before looking at the other person again, "It's like this, there's a case in which we would like to ask you to testify at court..."
...
When Purple Summers returned from the forestry farm, it was already getting dark.
The evening breeze carried the chill of early autumn, which, as it brushed against her face, had an inexplicable feeling of desolation.
Purple Summers made a call to the Presidential Palace, telling them that the owner of the small store was willing to testify for Violet Nelson.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, just waiting for the day of the court hearing to come.
