"Arlo, what is this?" Ariel Morris’s eyes shimred with delight.
Arlo Seys smiled gently, "This is the collection of mories we shared in our youth. Admiring the snow at Red Fragrance Hill, every corner of Scenic Hill High School has traces of us."
"How did you get so many photos?" Ariel Morris’s fingertips trembled with excitent.
"So were secretly taken by people from the school newspaper at the ti, so are solo shots of you that I secretly took, and others were captured by our batch of alumni by chance. Every photo I could find is here. Our youthful days are a treasure of mories worth cherishing for a lifeti."
"Yes, I’m so grateful to have t you in our youth and even more grateful to marry you after so many years." Ariel Morris gazed deeply at Arlo Seys, a charming dimple appearing on her cheek, srizingly beautiful.
Arlo Seys’s eyes twinkled with a tender starlight, his entire being exuding an extraordinary aura, dazzlingly captivating, making it hard to look away.
The two of them walked inside.
Besides the precious wall of mories, there were also 1001 handwritten letters by Arlo Seys to Ariel Morris.
All the guests were moved by the profound love of the newlyweds.
After eight years apart, to still love as deeply as in the beginning, such a deep-seated bond was etched into their bones and hearts.
Jorge Saxton followed behind them, looking at the photos and letters, gazing at their silhouettes, and he couldn’t help but smile gently, feeling comforted.
No wonder his sister loves Arlo Seys. Just this devotion and youthful infatuation, waiting eight years for his sister to return, such rare steadfastness and affection, marrying Arlo Seys, his sister is bound to be happy for life!
Right at the mont when Arlo Seys and Ariel Morris walked hand in hand towards the scene, the Seys family twins pattered towards their parents from inside.
Ryan Seys quietly followed his father’s footsteps, his steps unsteady. Ryan’s features were entirely inherited from his father, and just one glance would lt one’s heart at his delicately handso face like a painting.
Iris Seys clutched her mother’s wedding dress with her little fingers, her eyes round and curious, unwilling to let go, seemingly captivated by the beautiful wedding dress, murmuring a single word indistinctly: "Bea—beau—beau—tiful..."
Nico Haynes laughed from behind them: "There’s also these two little flower girls, how adorable! Ryan looks like a mini version of Boss Seys."
Daisy Grant smiled at Ariel Morris: "Iris is praising you, saying you’re a very beautiful mom, Ariel."
Dawn Sutherland laughed: "I want to take the little princess back to be Finley’s child bride, striking while the iron is hot."
"Girls like beautiful things, this little princess Iris will surely love beauty in the future, she likes pretty dresses now, may she find soone who cherishes her dearly in the future. To wear a wedding dress, becoming the most blissful and enviable girl." Nicole smiled faintly.
Out of the corner of her eye, that aloof figure stood not far away, also watching the wedding couple. Nicole’s fingers were a bit rigid, she slightly lowered her gaze, collecting her emotions.
Arlo Seys and Ariel Morris exchanged a glance, looking down at their two little darlings, their eyes filled with soft happiness.
Arlo Seys and Ariel Morris walked to the priest, and in the presence of the priest and family and friends, they exchanged rings.
Arlo Seys smiled gently, took Ariel Morris’s hand, and slipped the diamond ring onto her finger, his voice tender like water: "Mrs. Seys, please guide for the rest of our lives."
Ariel Morris held Arlo Seys’s hand, placing the ring on his finger, smiling gently: "Mr. Seys, with you, an era of flourishing."
Arlo Seys’s gentle lips softly touched Ariel Morris’s forehead, filled with deep and lingering affection.
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