Chapter 1076: Chapter 1076: Helplessness_1 Chapter 1076: Chapter 1076: Helplessness_1 “What kind of dream?” Alexander Summers asked her.

“It’s just…” Purple Summers didn’t know where to start.

Should she say she dreamed of a child calling her mother?… It would be quite awkward.

“I dreamed of my grandmother,” Purple Summers said sheepishly.

Alexander Summers raised an eyebrow slightly, “What’s so shocking about dreaming of your grandmother?”

“Dreams are all a jumble of things, indescribable,” Purple Summers defended, unwilling to bring up the child.

Alexander Summers wrapped his arms around her and lay down again, lazily saying, “It’s a pity, I actually wish to dream of your grandmother as well, so at least I’d have met an elder.”

Purple Summers couldn’t help laughing, “No rush, you’ll meet her soon enough.”

…

On the first day of the lunar year, Purple Summers took Alexander Summers to the grave to pay homage to her grandmother.

Alexander Summers burned a lot of ritual money and ritual ingots, seriously saying, “If you’re lacking anything down there, be sure to send me a dream.”

Purple Summers laughed, “If you’re sending dreams, it should be to me, who would care about you.”

Alexander Summers turned his head to look at her, “Aren’t you afraid of being scared?”

“Nonsense!” Purple Summers pinched his face, then said to her grandmother’s tombstone, “Don’t listen to him! If you were to send me a dream, I’d be overjoyed, not scared!”

Just then, a gust of wind blew, ashes whirled up in sparks into the air, Purple Summers hurried to avoid them, narrowly missing her clothes getting singed.

Alexander Summers immediately took delight in her misfortune, “Grandmother is teaching you a lesson, instructing you to be virtuous and not to get physical with your husband.”

“You!…” Purple Summers glared at him huffily, “Be serious!”

Alexander Summers smiled, lit three sticks of incense, and said, “Grandmother, if you have spirit in heaven, please bless Purple this year to bear me a child, preferably a girl. No matter who she resembles, she will certainly be adorable.”

After speaking, he bowed respectfully in front of the tombstone in a devout manner.

Purple Summers watched him, somehow reminded of the dream from last night.

She and Alexander Summers had been married for half a year, and there had still been no news about a pregnancy. She wasn’t sure if she could become pregnant this year…

Purple Summers subconsciously caressed her own abdomen.

Alexander Summers caught sight of this, smiled, and reached out to touch her head, “You don’t need to feel pressured, I’ll keep trying.”

Purple Summers bit her lip and stomped on his foot hard!

He really had no filter! Even in such a place, he didn’t know how to restrain himself!

After paying homage, the two went to the riverbank, imitating some other elderly ladies, drawing a circle with rice on the open bank, and burning ritual money for the displaced Elder Master Summers.

This task was usually done by Atra Blanc, but now that Atra Blanc was gone, Alexander Summers took over the responsibility.

While burning the ritual money, both of them were silent.

They were probably both reminded of Atra Blanc at the same time.

Normally, both would tacitly avoid this topic. Purple Summers was afraid of making Alexander sad, and Alexander didn’t want to make Purple worry.

After such a long time with no news, no sign of her, no messages, it was distressing to even mention it.

Alexander Summers broke the silence, saying, “No news might be good news. If Mom has recovered her memory, she would find some way to let me know.”

Purple Summers softly hummed in agreement, feeling a bit like sighing.

With no word for so long, Atra Blanc was probably still suffering from amnesia.

Because of the amnesia, she didn’t know to escape, nor to send a message to her family, letting Clyde Summers deceive her.

They feared that Clyde Summers would harm Atra Blanc, but actually, they worried more about Atra Blanc regaining her memory. That, for her, would be too cruel…

Purple Summers also imitated Alexander’s earlier actions, clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and earnestly wished, “Old Master Summers, if you have spirit in heaven, you must help us find Mother as soon as possible.”

The ritual money burned to ashes, light and drifting. A breeze blew, spinning them over the water’s surface.

“Perhaps it’ll be effective,” Alexander Summers looked into the distance, saying with a faint smile, “A son who tricks away his own woman, Elder Master would be furious enough to rise from his grave and help us find her promptly.”

Purple Summers was utterly resigned to his outrageous mouth.