"What's the matter, Purple? Such a big reaction." Alexander Summers pulled her close, asking with a smile.
He still called her Purple.
Purple Summers was confused by Alexander's actions.
What was going on with him? Had he seen through her or not? Or... was she just overly sensitive?
Maybe Alexander just thought his sister had changed a lot and was teasing her casually?
Purple clenched her fists, nervously watching Alexander.
"It's not me who's overreacting. It's clearly you who keeps scaring me." She bit her lip, feeling wronged.
Knowing that she was pretending, Alexander eased his grip, turned her wrist, and said, "Relax, I just wanted to see your wound."
There was a bright red scar on her snow-white wrist.
When she had cut her wrist, she had been ruthless with the help of alcohol. Even though the wound was stitched up, a centipede mark remained on her wrist, looking exceptionally hideous.
Alexander lowered his gaze, hiding the pain in his eyes.
