Arlo Seys made a soft sound, his deep, pleasant voice slowly echoing: "It's raining, why are you still out here jogging?"
Ariel Morris wiped the rain from her face, her eyes full of spirit, a gentle smile on her lips, her voice melodious and captivating: "I got punished and had to run."
Arlo Seys noticed she was drenched, his expression unchanged and indifferent, yet he subtly angled the umbrella towards her, "Did you make a mistake?"
Ariel Morris nodded with a bit of embarrassment, "The teacher wanted to confiscate my things, and I refused. After a few words of retort, I was punished with running. But it's better than having my things taken away!"
As Ariel Morris finished speaking, she seemed to remember something. She extended her hand towards Arlo Seys, palm open, and a bracelet made of a black cord with a white dice appeared in her palm.
"Arlo Seys, this is for you." Ariel Morris' voice carried a hint of shy sweetness, her smile blooming beautifully.
