Chapitre 636: Chapter 636 Really Fragrant_1

Rain began to fall at night, a light pitter-patter, accompanied occasionally by a soft breeze that would send the droplets drifting in and dampening the ground before the window.

Purple Summers couldn't sleep and stood by the window, watching the newly planted rose bushes in the courtyard.

The dark green leaves and branches were dripping wet, and the delicate pink buds swayed precariously in the wind and rain. Some had already been knocked to the ground by the rain, their petals scattered on the floor in a beautiful, pitiful display.

Purple Summers was a bit worried whether the two clusters of transplanted roses would survive.

As she pondered, she suddenly saw a figure walking slowly with an umbrella in the night.

Human instinct is a strange thing that often defies explanation with words.

Just like now, although a pitch-black umbrella obscured the view, Purple Summers felt certain that the person was Alexander Summers.