On Christmas night, heavy snow was falling as Arlo Seys stood in the snow. His long, tailored coat made him look tall and elegant, with eyes as intricate as a painting and an outstanding demeanor. He waited patiently for five minutes before a graceful silhouette hurriedly emerged from the cinema.
The silhouette rushed towards Arlo Seys, wrapping her arms around his neck, and began complaining animatedly: "Arlo! I'm finally liberated! This movie just didn't suit me at all. Why can't it be something tear-jerking like Titanic? It was a complete action film, and I can hardly criticize Third Young Master Haynes' taste!"
The temperature difference outside was considerable, and snow was falling. Ariel shivered slightly as she spoke.
Noticing her subtle change, Arlo immediately took off his scarf and wrapped it around her. "Be careful, it's very cold outside, don't catch a chill."
Ariel's heart warmed, and she smiled brightly at Arlo Seys, "Okay."
