Chapter 387: Blind Trust
The age difference between twenty and eight or nine years old is too great; there’s no reason for the two to have such a significant disagreent.
Purple Sumrs finds it strange, but there’s no need to argue with Jane McCain about it.
The train is about to leave, and she suppresses her doubts, hoisting her backpack and boarding the train.
But when the train arrives at Clearwater City, in the bustling exit, Purple Sumrs sees the young girl again!
The young girl stands in the crowd with an indifferent expression, her figure pale and translucent under the scorching sun. Countless people pass through her as if through a light holographic projection, none of them able to see her.
How could Purple Sumrs not understand? That is clearly a ghost!
What is the sorceress’s granddaughter doing following her?!
Purple Sumrs is horrified, standing stiff at the exit, hesitating whether or not to go back—she really doesn’t want the other party following her all the way ho!
“Purple?” Zara Jason and Jane McCain both look back at her, finding it strange—why isn’t she moving?
“…You guys go ahead, I need to use the restroom!” Purple Sumrs forces a smile.
Zara Jason says, “Go on, we’ll wait for you.”
“No…no need, you guys go back first. My brother will pick up later.” Purple Sumrs laughs, thinking that her smile might be off-putting.
Ryan Wesley, upon hearing this, imdiately says to Jane McCain and Zara Jason, “Let’s go. You girls sure love to stick together. Instead of taking the most direct way, you insist on going together. Let’s go.”
He urges them to leave, pushing the two girls out, thinking that their presence would only hinder the developnt of feelings between Master Xander and his niece.
Purple Sumrs hesitates for a while before she finally heads to the restroom.
She deliberately dallies, taking a long ti to co out. When she looks around again, the young girl is still standing not too far, not too close from her!
Purple Sumrs’ scalp tingles.
Can a ghost scare another ghost to death?
At that mont, her phone rings. As soon as she answers the call, she hears Alexander Sumrs’ displeased voice: “Why haven’t you co out yet? What are you dawdling for in there?”
“I’m coming out now…” Purple Sumrs lowers her voice in response, swiftly walking out of the station.
Alexander Sumrs’ car today is a black Rolls Royce, parked conspicuously at the exit.
“Isn’t parking not allowed here?” As soon as Purple Sumrs gets in the car, she takes off her backpack and leans heavily against Alexander Sumrs.
Alexander Sumrs raises an eyebrow, sowhat surprised by her spontaneous hug, “You know we’re not supposed to park here, so why couldn’t you be more efficient when coming out? Do you really have to copy a penguin’s short legs?”
Alexander Sumrs always has unkind words.
Purple Sumrs doesn’t have ti for petty squabbles, and looks nervously back at the car with a tense expression.
Alexander Sumrs asks her, “What’s wrong? Who are you looking at?”
Purple Sumrs presses her lips together and says quietly, “There’s a ghost that’s been following … since Peachwater Village.”
It’s odd; if it were soone else, Purple Sumrs wouldn’t ntion it, because no one would believe her if she talked about it. They would likely make fun of her, thinking she was seeing things or hallucinating.
But she doesn’t hesitate to tell Alexander Sumrs, subconsciously believing that he can help her deal with it — an almost blind trust.
“Zack Wallace ntioned that a mage was summoned when you were cursed last ti. Call him again,” Purple Sumrs tightly grips Alexander Sumrs’ arm, feeling alard by the elusive figure, “Quick, have the mage send her back!”
Alexander Sumrs teases her, “So timid, and yet you dared to visit Peachwater Village?”
He may laugh, but he still instructs Zack Wallace in front of him, “Call Hunter Dalton to co.”
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