"What do you need to ask him for?" Alexander Summers became wary, narrowing his eyes at Purple Summers. "Are you so concerned about his whereabouts?"
Purple saw his face change and felt speechless.
She felt that Alexander Summers's life was probably about two things: one, playing the rogue, and the other, endless jealousy...
"I just find it strange," Purple explained. "He went to my school before he left, said some weird things to me, and then his whereabouts became unknown. Where he went, what he planned to do—don't you find that curious?"
"He went to see you?" Alexander Summers's gaze grew even more dangerous. "Does he often go to school to see you?"
Purple: "..."
It seemed that the two were focusing on completely different things.
"...Forget it." Purple, dispirited, lowered her head to read, not wanting to engage in a waste of time.
But Alexander wouldn't let it go, gently pulling the book from her hands, preventing her from reading further.