Purple Summers squinted her eyes, instinctively searching for Alexander Summers's figure in the crowd.
The area illuminated by the streetlights was limited, and there were many people ice skating. It was hard to distinguish who was who amidst the overlapping silhouettes.
Purple looked carefully for a while but couldn't find Alexander.
How strange, had he become so engrossed in playing that he'd forgotten about her?
Purple felt a mix of emotions in her heart, not sure whether she felt more disappointed or relieved.
Just as she was bored, suddenly, a snowball flew over and hit her arm! It shattered with a splash, spraying a layer of snow foam.
Purple turned her head in that direction but saw no one.
Perhaps someone playing snowball fight had accidentally thrown it at her?
Purple felt suspicious but didn't pay it any attention.
However, not long after, another small snowball flew towards her, hitting her squarely in the back.
