On the balcony of the second-floor bedroom.
Arlo Seys stood there with a cigarette, his face cold, devoid of warmth.
Ariel Morris approached with heavy steps, her voice somewhat hoarse as she called out, "Arlo."
Arlo Seys brought the cigarette to his lips, his gaze distant, as if he didn't see the person in front of him.
Ariel Morris pressed her lips together, her deep voice sounded again, "Arlo----I'm sorry, I----"
The rest of the words, Ariel Morris didn't really know how to say, her speech was a bit hesitant.
"Sorry?" Arlo Seys looked at Ariel Morris coldly, directly extinguished the cigarette in his hand, his eyes icy and cold, "Ariel Morris, what's there to be sorry for? What are you apologizing for!"
Ariel Morris's fingers clenched tightly, she looked at Arlo Seys, "Arlo, you know why I'm apologizing, I hid....."
