Two sobs escaped, and Ariel Morris's tears couldn't help but fall steadily.
All those interrupted thoughts suddenly connected.
She finally understood, this was a trap.
A trap aimed at manipulating Arlo Seys.
Arlo Seys looked at the person lying on the bed, quickly rushed over, his voice frantic and urgent: "Ariel... what happened?"
Ariel bit her lip, desperately holding back the urge to cry out, shook her head forcefully, while her tears flowed silently yet fiercely.
"Tell me, Ariel!"
Her silent, enduring tears triggered a sharp pain in Arlo Seys's heart. He leaned down and gently kissed her cheek.
"Tell me, what's wrong?!" Arlo Seys asked again, his voice carrying a slight hint of anger.
Her tears seemed to fall silently on his heart, stirring tenderness and pity within him.
Ariel suppressed the desolation in her heart and also restrained the increasingly uncontrollable wicked fire.
