Chapter 936 A Pretty Boy_1

Purple Summers regained consciousness in a hospital.

Many blurry white figures surrounded her, and she thought they must be doctors and nurses.

But where was Alexander Summers?

She searched for familiar figures, yet the scene before her was a chaotic blur, and she could see nothing clearly.

The feeling was like returning to the beginning—her soul drifting on the river's surface, that unknown solitude and desolation threatening to engulf her entirely.

After an indeterminable amount of time, her body was wheeled out of the operating room.

A tall figure rushed forward, firmly grasping the bed rails, and Purple thought it must be Alexander. She lunged toward him but grasped at thin air; her soul passed through his body without him noticing.

Alexander!

She called his name, but he couldn't hear her.

She tried to return to her own body countless times, but nothing worked!