Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers was taken aback, then slightly widened her eyes, “You’re quite old, you wouldn’t go back on your word, would you?”

The sorceress laughed, “I’m old, and my memory isn’t as good. Perhaps you could remind me, what exactly did I promise you?”

“You said that as long as I helped you and allowed you to stay in Peachwater Village, you would tell me who that person is!”

Purple Summers watched the sorceress intently, suspecting that the old woman was preparing to renege on her promise.

Who knew the sorceress would ponder for a moment and then slowly said,

“Hmm, it seems there was such an affair…”

Purple Summers asked, “Can you tell me now? Who is the person I’m looking for, and where is he now?”

But the sorceress countered with a question, “You clearly know the answer in your heart, why come to me and ask?”

Purple Summers was stunned, her face changing subtly, “…What do you mean by that?”

“Why would you repeatedly question others about something you already know the answer to? Is it because you lack confidence? Or perhaps… you hope to find a different answer to deny what you know?” The sorceress gazed at Purple Summers with a benign smile, “I only serve guests who don’t have the answers in their hearts. Young lady, please leave.”

“You…” Purple Summers was frustrated, “Isn’t that deceiving people?!”

It was clearly empty talk!

It’s like a shy girl who comes to ask if the person she has feelings for likes her in return.

And the reply is: The answer is in your heart.

Such an answer was as good as giving none, it was a typical brush-off!

Purple Summers, not satisfied, pressed on, “Who is he really? Is he the person I have in my heart?!”

But no matter how she asked, the sorceress wouldn’t pay her any more attention, simply lowering her head and holding an ox horn comb, rhythmically combing her granddaughter’s long hair.

Purple Summers was out of options.

With a helpless sigh, she reluctantly left.

Stepping outside the gate, she looked up at the cloudless azure sky and felt foolish.

Because of a vague statement from the sorceress, she had eagerly pursued a case, thinking that she was finally about to see everything fall into place, but in the end…

She did indeed have a guess in her mind.

However, precisely because her guess and doubts remained unconfirmed, she was in urgent need of an external force to help her see the truth.

Even if it were baseless nonsense from a wandering sorcerer…

Purple Summers walked back feeling a sense of loss, not knowing what exactly she was lamenting or, perhaps, looking forward to.

Her phone rang, and she answered the call without thinking.

Alexander Summers’ displeased voice sounded in her ear, “Why did you run off to Peachwater Village again? I think you’re asking for it, always running around.”

Purple Summers pouted and said, “I’ll be right back, I’m heading to the train station now.”

“Just find a place to stay put, I’m already here and coming to pick you up,” Alexander replied.

“Oh, got it,” Purple Summers agreed very obediently.

She hung up the phone, took a look around, and seeing a pavilion nearby, walked over to sit and rest.

Today, there was no wind, and the sunlight of winter could be considered precious, warming her cozily.

Purple Summers basked in the sun for a while until she vaguely felt someone watching her. She turned her head and saw the sorceress’s granddaughter standing not far away, still looking about eight or nine years old.

She watched Purple Summers quietly, not speaking nor showing any expression.

Purple Summers couldn’t figure out her intentions.

After soaking in the sun for a bit longer, Alexander’s car arrived.

Purple Summers saw the little girl make a gesture toward her—first pointing at Purple Summers, then at Alexander getting out of the car and walking closer.

At first, Purple Summers couldn’t understand, clouded with doubt; but after a moment of bewilderment, she suddenly realized.