As soon as she shouted it out, she felt a bit guilty, and quickly said to her mother, Laura Pinley, on the phone, "Mom, I haven’t seen him lately, let’s talk later, okay?" After Ariel Morris finished speaking, she hastily hung up the phone in a panic.
She hesitated for a mont but still walked with slightly heavy steps towards the person waiting at the school gate.
"Arlo---"
Arlo Seys smiled gently, "Let’s go, I’ll take you ho."
Arlo Seys gently took Ariel Morris’s hand and walked toward the bicycle parked beside the school gate.
When Ariel Morris saw the familiar bicycle she had sat on countless tis, her gaze flickered, and an image flashed in her mind of Arlo Seys on his birthday, sitting in the back seat of a private Cayenne while she waited for the bus by the stop sign. It made her feel a bit awkward.
When she looked up again at Arlo Seys in front of her, her gaze was deep and hard to read.
The only heir of the Seys Family, the illustrious political dynasty of the Seys Family.....
So, that Cayenne wasn’t the black car she thought it was at the ti, but rather Arlo Seys’s family’s private car. Ariel Morris lowered her gaze, her emotions in turmoil.
Arlo Seys carried Ariel Morris, pedaling the bicycle slowly. Under the street at twilight, their youthful silhouettes were cast, gradually becoming distant with the moving wheels...
Ariel Morris’s arm was wrapped around Arlo Seys’s waist, her mood a bit heavy. Sitting in the back seat, her long black hair concealed her facial expressions.
Arlo Seys pedaled the bicycle in front, finding it odd that he hadn’t heard the person in the back seat speak. Ariel was always lively and cheerful when she was with him, often full of sweet smiles and chatter. But today, she remained silent without a word...
Arlo Seys slightly tilted his head and gently asked the person in the back seat, "Ariel, do you have sothing on your mind?"
In the back seat, Ariel Morris’s hand around Arlo Seys’s waist involuntarily tightened. She slightly raised her gaze, looking at Arlo Seys’s back, her voice calm and devoid of emotion: "No----Arlo----" she suddenly called out and then paused before continuing, "Can you sing a song for ? Your rendition of [Later] was beautiful, I’d like to hear you sing again."
Arlo Seys pursed his lips and said, "Ariel, I know you have sothing on your mind, but if you don’t want to say, I won’t force you. Just know that I’m by your side. If you have any worries, you can tell . As your boyfriend, it’s my right to help solve your worries, and even more, it’s my responsibility. I just want you to be well, carefree, all matters----leave it to ."
Ariel Morris abruptly tightened her embrace around him, her voice tender and coquettish, "Arlo----eting you in my best years has been my luck."
Arlo Seys smiled gently, "Then----please accompany to the very end."
Ariel Morris tilted her head, smiling sweetly, "My prince, sing a song, won’t you? I’d like to hear it."
"Alright." Arlo Seys nodded with a gentle smile.
In the sunset’s twilight, the boy’s cool and aloof figure, his deep and lodious voice resonated softly from his mouth.
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What cannot be retained is called regret
I use a journey to rethink my sadness in reverse
The last bus is headed to the terminal
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The window of mory
Where ti stops
Forget those longings
Rember I love you
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Distant mories feel so close
The emotions from our argunts are now too quiet
You are still the past I can’t bear to part with
Sorrow is a letter sent to youth
.....
Long after Arlo Seys finished singing, Ariel Morris was still lost in his song, unable to co back to her senses. Silence montarily enveloped them, with only the breeze softly passing by their ears.
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