Alexander Summers on the playground was drenched in sweat; he simply took off his outerwear, revealing a dark tank top underneath and his muscular arms, which made him stand out as exceptionally tall and upright among the children.
The children ran past him, clamorously making their way toward the dining hall.
A little girl, about five or six years old, accidentally fell and lagged behind; Alexander smoothly picked her up and took the hand of another younger child, walking together towards the dining hall.
In the golden sunset, their silhouettes merged together, warm and touching, while Alexander's features were blurred, indistinct. Somehow, Purple couldn't help feeling that he appeared even more handsome and resolute than usual, like a valiant hero standing with head held high.
Purple took out her phone and snapped a photo, thinking to herself, "So handsome."
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While the children were eating, Purple and Alexander Summers left the orphanage.
