The checkout lanes at the supermarket were long, and Purple Summers followed at Alexander Summers' side, feeling quite odd.
Zack Wallace was a very cautious person. If Alexander's symptoms weren't serious, Zack wouldn't have concluded it was amnesia.
So...
If he truly forgot the past, would it affect their relationship?
Purple Summers cared about this a lot...
She tilted her head up slightly to gaze at Alexander's profile—his handsome eyebrows, the striking jawline, his whole being exuded an approachable coldness, which girls found especially charming.
A few young girls in the adjacent line were stealing glances at him.
Purple said nothing as she slipped her hand into the pocket of Alexander's hoodie.
Alexander looked down at her.
"My hands are a bit cold," Purple said.
Alexander then put his own hand into his jacket pocket, warmly enveloping her small hand with his palm.
Those scrutinizing gazes retracted.
