Purple Summers didn't have an uncle complex, but upon seeing Old Master Summers' photo, she couldn't help but feel emotional. If this man was so charismatic when he was old, how many women must have swooned over him in his youth?
"Isn't he handsome?" Atra Blanc said proudly, her eyes lingering with fondness on the photo. "He was even more handsome in person, but it's a pity he didn't like taking photos, so there aren't many left."
"I think... my brother is still the most handsome," Purple Summers said, taking a photo of Alexander Summers's bare behind and placing it next to Old Master Summers' photo.
The two women glanced at each other and smiled in tacit understanding.
No matter the difference in aesthetics, in one's own eyes, the beloved is always the most handsome.
Purple Summers picked out some of Alexander's childhood photos and took copies with her phone. Before going to sleep that night, she lay in bed flipping through these photos, feeling utterly content.