Ariel Morris stood under the dim balcony light, her figure appearing even more slender and delicate.
Arlo Seys lowered his head, his thin lips curving slightly in a cold and mocking arc.
Towards Ariel Morris, his expression held no warmth.
Wherever Arlo Seys's lips landed, Ariel Morris felt as if a needle had fiercely pierced her.
She knew Arlo Seys did it on purpose...
Arlo Seys was merely exacting revenge on her for breaking up with him eight years ago and then disappearing without a word...
Arlo Seys never lifted his head for a moment; he knew well the force he was exerting. But as his gaze swept towards the person silently enduring the pain now, the effortfully suppressed anger within him shot up again!
Ariel Morris merely furrowed her brow slightly to endure his rage, truly not resisting in the slightest, nor uttering a single word of pain.
Reflected in Arlo Seys's eyes was her stubborn refusal to bow her head, his gaze growing even colder.
