Chapter 870

“Did Benjamin seem a little off to you?” Summer asked in a small voice. “We all have been a little off.” Ace looked at Summer. Ever since Mrs. Plath killed herself, Summer had been a little off. Summer did not say anything, it seemed to be true. When you were advising others, there were always a lot of things you could say, but when it came to yourself, you would not listen to even a single word. Summer was helping Ace to pick vegetables and wash the corn. She looked out the window. “Ace, it’s snowing.” Ace placed the cut steak on his plate and gave a sideways glance. Summer’s eyes lit up. She was looking at the snow outside the window, but Ace was looking at her. “It's a bit colder over here than in the city of Sea City. The snow here takes longer to melt. This area is probably going to be covered in snow tomorrow morning.” Ace looked down and fried his steak. “That year when it snowed, I met Jasper.” Summer spoke in a small voice. She opened the window slowly, wanting