Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 329: 329: A Little Happy

Chapter 329: 329: A Little Happy

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Alexander Summers drove her out.

Purple Summers, too lazy to ask where they were going, started to doze off as soon as she got in the car.

Once the car hit the main road, the trees on both sides were adorned with dazzling, opulent Christmas lights. Christmas music wafted faintly from the streets and alleyways, and every so often, couples walked past them, clinging to each other at the crosswalk during a red light. All of this brought a sense of tranquility to Alexander Summers.

In the spirit of the holiday, driving down a vibrant street filled with lights, with the woman he loved in the passenger seat, everything felt perfect.

Alexander’s heart was stirred. He subconsciously reached for Purple’s hand and gently kissed it.

Purple’s hand was soft and delicate, akin to perfectly tender tofu. After that one kiss, Alexander had the urge to devour her whole, following the trail of her hand.

He returned to kissing her hand, disturbing Purple’s sleep. Mumbling something under her breath, she withdrew her hand.

Looking at her childlike sleeping face, Alexander Summers couldn’t help but chuckle.

The car navigated through the bustling city lanes, entered the airport freeway, and finally arrived at the airport.

Purple followed Alexander onto his private plane. After a two-and-a-half-hour flight, they arrived at Northshore City, a thousand miles away.

Northshore City was known for its wintery charm. The sporadic, delicate snowflakes of Clearwater, when compared to this city, were as insignificant as drizzle.

Witnessing the snow-covered metropolis before her, Purple was dumbstruck. “Alexander Summers is getting crazier by the day…,” she mused.

Alexander took her to a huge square in the center of Northshore City.

The square was bustling with people. Bright street lamps shone on the thick snow, creating a stunningly brilliant view.

An ice-brick maze and a skating rink took up the central square. Snowmen and ice sculptures of various shapes, adorned with colored lights and decorative balls, stood around the perimeter.

Numerous young men and women gathered there, reveling and laughing heartily.

“Alexander Summers…” Purple found herself at a loss for words, “Today is a day of mourning, are you sure about this…”

Her tone was barely accusatory but full of surprise.

“Past midnight, now it’s no longer a day of mourning,” Alexander explained with a note of tenderness in his voice, holding her hand. “Purple, nobody knows me here, and nobody knows you here. You have nothing to fear.”

They neither had to worry about assassination attempts nor their social status as siblings. They were free to enjoy themselves to the fullest.

Alexander had even prepared everything she needed to enjoy the snow, a lengthy down coat that covered her entirely, complete with a hat, gloves, and a scarf.

Once Purple put them on, she felt like a big, fluffy marshmallow…

She wanted to say that even if people recognized them in this getup, it would be impressive the way they could discern anything beneath all these layers!

Alexander then took her to the ice maze. Purple was reluctant, fearing she’d be stuck in the cold maze.

Then Alexander suggested they go ice-skating. Again, Purple refused. Dressed as she was, even walking was a struggle.

She pushed him away irritably, “Go skate by yourself, stop bothering me.”

She found a stone stool to sit on at the fringe of the skating area, half of her face hidden behind her scarf, hands tucked inside her sleeves. As she sat in her cozy getup watching people laugh, trip, and fall in the skating rink, she felt good vibes all around.

With all the laughter around her, her mood naturally lifted and after a while, she found herself smiling.

A girl skating a little distance away tripped and fell, her boyfriend reached out to help her but ended up falling with her on the frost-covered ice.

Purple thought to herself: That must hurt, right?

Yet, as she thought this, the corners of her mouth turned upwards, revealing a slight smirk of satisfaction.

But… where was Alexander Summers?