The door was half-open, with faint sounds of talking coming from inside.
Purple Summers felt that the voice vaguely resembled Alexander Summers.
She stared blankly at the partially concealed door, as if her gaze could pierce through and clearly see the situation inside.
"Ms. Summers?" Zack Wallace tried to call out softly.
Purple Summers came back to her senses, glanced at him, and then, without saying a word, got up and walked slowly into the room.
The doctor then closed the door behind her.
Zack Wallace waited anxiously at the door for a while, even pressing his ear to it and listening—inside it was eerily quiet, without the intense argument he had imagined.
Zack Wallace sighed with relief.
...
Purple Summers walked into the room and saw around the bed there were light blue medical curtains, one of which was pulled aside, and the doctor was performing the final wound suturing treatment.
Alexander Summers was actually awake, his eyes dark as ink, looking intently at her.
