Purple Summers went upstairs to her room and didn't see Alexander Summers; she thought for a moment, then turned around and headed for the study.
The study was dimly lit, filled with a faint haze of smoke.
Alexander Summers sat in the leather chair, a cigarette pinched between two fingers, lips tightly sealed, his entire demeanor grave and dejected.
When he saw Purple enter, he snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, then opened the window to let in fresh air, diluting the smoky scent in the room.
"How is mom?" he asked.
Purple walked up to him, "She's fine now, Aunt Taylor said the osmanthus flowers in the garden are blooming beautifully, so mom went with Aunt Taylor to pick osmanthus. She wants to make osmanthus candy, and she seems to be in a good mood."
Hearing this, Alexander didn't speak, just silently stared out the window.
