Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 555:
Chapter 555: Chapter 555: The Agreement to Pick Pomegranates (Monthly Ticket Bonus)_1
Purple Summers couldn’t remember when she had fallen asleep, her memory lingering on the last of the multitude of stars until she woke up to find herself already lying in her soft bedding.
She yawned softly, sat up in bed, and raised her hand to rub her eyes, only to unexpectedly notice a red mark on her wrist.
Purple Summers was taken aback for a moment before she focused and realized there was a hand-woven red thread bracelet around her wrist.
…A hand-woven red thread?
She remembered that during Alexander Summers’ last birthday, he asked her shamelessly for a gift, and at that time, she crafted him a bracelet.
So…was this hand-woven bracelet his birthday gift to her?
Purple Summers: “…”
This must be the cheapest gift Alexander Summers had ever given her.
Alexander Summers walked into the room from outside the door, wrapped only in a towel, with his hair damp and dangling over his forehead, a bit disheveled yet somewhat roguishly charming.
“Awake?” he said with a smile, coming over to kiss her.
Alexander always kissed her, almost as a habitual action, approaching her for a peck without needing any reason.
“What’s this?” Purple Summers asked, lifting her hand to him.
Alexander stretched out his wrist next to hers and said, “Now they are a pair.”
“They are not. Your bracelet has a crystal on it,” Purple Summers pointed out the difference.
Alexander ruffled her hair and said, “Later, I’ll throw this stone away, and it’ll look just like yours.”
“That logic is flawed,” Purple Summers muttered, “Why not think about adding a stone to mine instead?”
Alexander burst into laughter and planted a loud kiss on her cheek, “Baby, you’re so cute!”
Purple Summers was confused, finding Alexander’s sense of humor rather strange.
…
After getting up, they finished the cake from the previous day as their breakfast.
Purple Summers didn’t bring up the birthday, and Alexander didn’t ask her why she bought the cake, both deliberately avoiding the subject.
Meanwhile, Purple Summers brought up the basement.
“That door won’t open,” she asked him, “Why is it locked? Is there something important inside?”
Alexander shook his head and replied casually, “I don’t remember. It’s probably just the place where miscellaneous items were stored when the house was newly built. I guess it’s just some paint and scrap lumber inside. I’ll look for the key when I have time.”
Knowing he was busy lately, Purple Summers immediately said, “There’s no need to find it specially. I was just curious. We can tidy it up when we have the time.”
“Mm-hmm,” he responded.
Purple Summers then put the matter out of her mind and stopped thinking about it.
After eating the cake, they went to play in the mountains.
Spring is the season when everything grows, the scenery in the forest is beautiful, each blade of grass is tender green, adorned with the forest’s moist dew.
They wandered aimlessly through the woods and inadvertently came across the place where they had picked pomegranates last year.
At this time, of course, there were no pomegranates on the tree, only lush foliage and flower buds ready to bloom.
“They’re about to bloom,” Purple Summers calculated the time in her mind, “I estimate they’ll flower next month, and after the flowers fall, we’ll have pomegranates to eat.”
“Didn’t get enough breakfast? Already craving it?” Alexander teased her.
Purple Summers replied, “I don’t want to eat them now.”
“You could eat them now if you wanted,” Alexander pinched her cheek, “Following me, how could I let you be left craving?”
Nowadays, whatever fruit one wants to buy is attainable, even eating watermelon in winter isn’t out of the question.
“I don’t want that,” Purple Summers said, looking at the small buds on the tree with anticipation, “What’s the fun in just buying? I want to pick them from the tree. When the pomegranates are ripe, we can come pick them, ok?”
“Okay,” Alexander agreed with a smile, his eyes warm with tender glints, gently immersing her in his tenderness.
