Chapter 666 The Hypocritical Side_1

The night was alive with insect trills, silver moonlight poured into the room, casting mottled shadows of the latticed rose carvings on the window, creating a magnificent woodblock print on the floor, a clear divide between light and dark, with entwined branches and blooms.

Purple Summers carefully turned on her side and reached for the cane by her bed.

She slowly sat up, trying not to touch the wound on her thigh as she leaned on the cane to stand.

In truth, she could walk without the cane by now, but although the surface of the wound had healed, the flesh underneath had not mended properly, and any movement that stretched the muscles there caused severe pain.

Purple feared pain, so she insisted on using the cane.

The moment her feet touched the ground, the person sleeping under the bed woke up.

"Where are you going?" Alexander Summers opened his eyes.

"Shh..." Purple put her finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet, "I want to go down to the living room."