Arlo Seys looked at Ariel Morris, who was on the hospital bed with her eyes lowered, not daring to look at him. Her appearance was incredibly obedient, yet he absolutely loathed this demeanor!
She cloaked herself in an armor of indifference, seeming impervious to everything, which disgusted him from the depths of his soul!
Ariel Morris shouldn't be like this.
The Ariel Morris he remembered hid a streak of cunning and sharp-tongued wit beneath her pure exterior, a stubbornness unwilling to admit defeat—that was the distinctive, warmly laughing Ariel Morris he knew!
Time has indeed changed so much.
Eight years, 2,922 days, 70,128 hours.
Not only have their personalities transformed.
It's turned them into strangers, into him and her.
Made them become the most familiar strangers.
