Arlo Seys looked at her reddened eyes, her entire being as if pulled from water, in a disheveled state, with not a trace of compassion in his eyes. His throat rolled slightly, and he coldly spat out a word towards Ariel Morris, "Yes."
An unfeeling answer, words devoid of warmth.
Ariel Morris tugged at the corner of her mouth with a faint smile, a smile filled with tears and pallor, as she gazed at Arlo Seys' familiar, handsome face. The person clearly so close, why did he feel so far away, unattainable as if across the ends of the earth?
Ariel Morris' heart was bitterly distressed, forcibly pushing herself to muster a faint smile, then softly, with a slightly hoarse voice, said to Arlo Seys, "Alright, as you wish."
"Arlo Seys, eight years ago... I'm sorry. I know a 'sorry' can't undo the harm you suffered, nor can it earn your forgiveness."
"This apology, eight years late, I hope you can accept it."
