Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers found this unscientific.

She had only just fallen into the water; even if she were about to die, it wouldn’t happen so quickly!

But coming back to life after dying was itself illogical. Purple couldn’t help but speculate that a ghostly figure had discovered she was still alive and secretly come to collect her soul.

She simply couldn’t accept that she would die this quickly!

Someone jumped into the water to save her.

Everything seemed so familiar.

It was like watching a replay of a videotape; only that time, it happened on a yacht, and this time it was in the Summers family garden.

After becoming a ghost, the whole world became dark and gray, and all things lost their luster.

Living people, in the eyes of the ghost, became blurry and indistinct.

Even up close, their facial features and faces were hazy, like…human-shaped mist.

She could only identify these people by their clothes and voices.

The one wearing a designer dress was Laura Summers; the one holding a walkie-talkie and calling for help was the security guard; the ones whispering among themselves were the servants…

As for the one kneeling on the ground, continually administering CPR to her, it should be Alexander Summers.

…Wait a minute!

CPR?

—CPR!!!

After being saved, Alexander immediately cleared the muddy residue from Purple’s mouth and nose, performing first aid.

However, Purple’s mouth and nose were clean, and she hardly spat out any water.

An experienced security guard pressed his finger on Purple’s neck, only to find that her carotid pulse had stopped.

“Miss Purple is dead!”

A murmur went through the crowd, and they all shifted their attention to Laura Summers.

—It was Laura who killed Purple.

That’s what everyone thought.

“This is impossible!” Laura’s face was deathly pale as she screamed uncontrollably, “It’s impossible! It was just a minute or two! She couldn’t be dead! Impossible!!!”

Actually, Laura was right.

Not long after Purple had fallen into the water, Alexander had jumped in to save her, and they’d only been in there for a couple of minutes.

But now that Purple was dead, no matter what Laura said, it sounded like a feeble excuse!

Someone in the crowd muttered, “Should we call the police?”

Laura immediately broke down!

“No…It wasn’t me. I didn’t kill her…I didn’t…! didn’t commit murder!”

She stumbled backward, unable to withstand the stares of everyone around her, and then fled in panic!

Nobody chased her, but she ran terrified, stumbling and bumping into things as if being pursued by a demon!

At this moment, Alexander was still performing CPR and attempting to resuscitate Purple’s heart.

The security guard looked at him with sympathy, “Fourth Young Master, Miss Purple is already…”

Alexander seemed not to hear and suddenly picked up Purple, striding forward.

“Prepare the car! To the hospital!”

Everyone looked at each other —

What was the point of going to the hospital? Her pulse had stopped; clearly, Miss Purple was dead!

Alexander held Purple in the car and called Zack Wallace, “How are things going with the person you asked Boss Jason for? I need to see them right now! No matter how far away, bring them to Clearwater City!”

Purple opened her eyes and saw the white ceiling, the blue medical sheets, and the transparent IV bag with a label.

…Alright, she was in the hospital again.

Ever since she discovered she had become a ghost, she had been trying to return to her body.

She had tried countless times and failed as many times. Her body and soul were like two repelling magnets; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t reenter her body.

Occasionally, there would be a few attempts with a mysterious attractive force, but it wouldn’t last long. Just when she began to rejoice, she would be inexplicably expelled from her body.

This feeling of being on the verge of life but unable to live was really distressing!

The last time, the attraction seemed to grow stronger, and then she lost consciousness…

Purple struggled to sit up and saw Alexander staring intently at her by the bedside.

He was soaking wet; his wet hair draped across his forehead, looking more disheveled than his usual cold and aloof demeanor.

Purple had to admit that he was too handsome. Even when he was wet and covered in grime, he only appeared more muscular, with sensual thin lips and an elegance that never wavered.

Thinking of those lips about to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation on her…

Purple felt uneasy and looked away, “Brother, you should go change your clothes quickly, or you might catch a cold….”