Alexander Summers's stride faltered slightly before his thin lips curled up and he bent down to gently kiss her forehead.
"Is Mom okay?" he asked.
"Her temperature is a bit high, she took some antipyretic, but I don't know if it will go down later..." Purple Summers explained in detail to him.
After going upstairs to check on Atra Blanc, Alexander came downstairs, saw Purple with her bag ready to go to school, and suddenly remembered something.
"Today seems to be your birthday."
"Mmm." Purple nodded her head, "Mom wanted to make longevity noodles, but fell sick. It's not a milestone birthday since I'm turning seventeen, so it doesn't really matter whether we celebrate or not."
Purple didn't mind this.
Alexander thought for a moment and then said, "Why don't you go to school later?"
He had been busy lately; it was rare for him to be able to come home in the morning, and he still had to go out later in the evening.