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 moment 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 home."
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 times, 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.
