The sky was snowing, and the figure in front of the villa, holding an umbrella, stood trembling slightly in the snow. Perhaps because it was too cold, she reached out her hand and blew warm air into her palm.
Arlo Seys snapped back to his senses, immediately pushed open the car door, and got out of the car.
Arlo Seys leaned in and walked closer.
Perhaps hearing the sound of footsteps, the person under the umbrella in front of the villa smiled softly, "Arlo, you're back."
Arlo Seys pressed his thin lips together, reached out to pull Ariel Morris into his embrace, and led her towards the villa, his voice carrying a bit of reproach: "Why didn't you ring the doorbell when you arrived? Aunt Forest is at home, it's so cold outside, are you silly? You know well enough about your condition now, you can't catch a cold."
"I just wanted to wait for you at the door." Ariel's voice was gentle and soft.
