She slept very uncomfortably, with all sorts of bizarre dreams interwoven, blurring the line between reality and fantasy.
In her discomfort, she faintly heard Alexander calling her name: "Purple, wake up and have some soup."
Purple was helped up by him, closed her eyes, and took a sip of soup, with a sweet cola taste and a slightly spicy ginger flavor.
"Are we back in Clearwater City?" Purple asked dreamily.
Otherwise, it would be quite difficult to buy ginger for 0.15 dollars at 2 am in the unfamiliar Northshore City.
Alexander didn't answer her, he just slowly fed her ginger soup and sighed, "I shouldn't have brought you out today."
If they had stayed at home today, Purple wouldn't have gotten sick and developed a fever.
Usually, when Alexander said something, Purple would always retort, but when he said they shouldn't have gone out today, Purple immediately agreed, "Yes, we shouldn't have gone out."