"It's him! Right?" Purple Summers couldn't help but stand up.
But the little girl didn't speak; her half-transparent figure slowly disappeared into the air.
Purple Summers stared blankly at the place where she vanished…
Alexander Summers strode over the weeds, crooked his index finger, and tapped her forehead, "What are you dazing off for?"
Purple Summers snapped back to her senses and looked up at Alexander, still somewhat stunned.
Alexander frowned and scrutinized her carefully, "What's wrong?"
"…Nothing." Purple Summers lowered her eyelids, with a slight upward curve at the corners of her mouth. She looped her arm through Alexander's, "Let's go."
Alexander lowered his gaze to the hand she had actively looped through his, her fingers delicate and slender, her wrist fair and clear.
There was a touch of puzzlement in the depths of his eyes.
It was rare for Purple Summers to take the initiative to be affectionate.
