Alexander Summers occupied the bed, and Purple Summers didn't want to share it with him, so she decided to go back to her own room to sleep.
As she picked up her jacket and was about to go around the bed, Alexander woke up.
"Is it finished?" He didn't notice her intention to leave. Upon waking, the first thing he saw was the birthday gift on his wrist, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips.
Purple felt slightly awkward and said weakly, "Happy birthday."
"Mm, thank you." Alexander smiled, sat up a bit, and grabbed Purple's hand, pulling her to his side.
Her hand was small, soft, and warm, with delicate, translucent fingers.
Whenever Alexander thought of her using these hands to weave a bracelet for him, he felt a ripple of emotion in his heart.
"Thank you, Purple."
He held both of her hands, placed them to his lips, and kissed each fingertip earnestly and affectionately.
Purple felt her heart start racing again.
