Purple Summers and Alexander Summers left the hospital together.
On the way, her chest felt tight, and her emotions were dense with sadness, like a heavy rock pressing down on her heart.
Not long after they arrived home, Alexander's mobile phone rang.
Whatever the caller said on the other end, Alexander's expression was somewhat odd. He glanced at Purple and said faintly, "Okay, we'll be careful."
Then he hung up.
Purple felt something was amiss and asked him, "Who called?"
"The prosecutor," Alexander paused, then continued, "Not long after we left, your classmate suddenly suffered from respiratory failure. Despite emergency treatment, he died."
Purple's eyes widened in disbelief, "He was fine just a moment ago!"
"Purple, he had always been in a critical condition and wasn't fine..." Alexander gently embraced her, "He lost too much blood, and many of his organs had failed. The doctors did all they could."
