The people around all watched Ariel Morris cry and shout, discussing among themselves. Ariel stood on the street, unabashedly crying her heart out.
"Miss, there's nothing wrong with a breakup. Isn't there always another guy somewhere in the world? Don't be sad!"
"Wow, there're still such devoted girls these days. I wonder if my girlfriend would cry this hard if I disappeared one day?!"
"Girl, did you meet a jerk? Be more cautious. If he doesn't want you, just find someone else!"
"Crying like this over someone who abandoned you is really not worth it! There are plenty of good men out there! Girl, don't cry anymore!"
The people around tried to console Ariel, who was sobbing uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking with heartbreaking distress.
Just then, a tall figure parted the crowd and walked straight up to Ariel, his expression cold and indifferent.
"Arlo—" Ariel's cries abruptly stopped when she saw the figure approaching her, but the tears in her eyes continued to flow.
