The winter sky was vast and lofty.
The yacht under the blue sky was like a huge white bird, its forehead wearing a golden crown, glittering brilliantly as the warm sun shone upon it.
Purple Summers stood leaning against the railing, a gust of wind blew by, carrying with it the moist air from the river, seemingly wetting her hair and skin.
She slowly exhaled a breath of mist, feeling that the winter in Clearwater was indeed much gentler than in Kingsley.
When she got to Pearlpoint, would she even be able to feel winter at all?
The crew was busy moving luggage back and forth.
Purple's own belongings were not many; anyway, Alexander would certainly prepare all the clothing and supplies she needed.
But Jane McCain was particularly extravagant, with a full three large suitcases all to herself.
