Chapter 555: The Agreement to Pick Pomegranates (Monthly Ticket Bonus)_1

Purple Summers couldn't remember when she had fallen asleep, her memory lingering on the last of the multitude of stars until she woke up to find herself already lying in her soft bedding.

She yawned softly, sat up in bed, and raised her hand to rub her eyes, only to unexpectedly notice a red mark on her wrist.

Purple Summers was taken aback for a moment before she focused and realized there was a hand-woven red thread bracelet around her wrist.

...A hand-woven red thread?

She remembered that during Alexander Summers' last birthday, he asked her shamelessly for a gift, and at that time, she crafted him a bracelet.

So...was this hand-woven bracelet his birthday gift to her?

Purple Summers: "..."

This must be the cheapest gift Alexander Summers had ever given her.

Alexander Summers walked into the room from outside the door, wrapped only in a towel, with his hair damp and dangling over his forehead, a bit disheveled yet somewhat roguishly charming.