CHAPTER 82: CHAPTER 82: 1001 SYMBOLIZES A LIFELONG TRUE LOVE [PART 3]

With a ’snap,’ the storage box was swept to the ground, scattering paper cranes everywhere.

"Valeria Johnson! You’ve gone too far!"

Ariel Morris bit her lip, angrily pointing at Valeria Johnson.

Valeria Johnson and her two companions smiled lightly, gloating with joy. She stepped forward, cruelly stomping on the paper cranes with her high heels.

A gift she’d spent a week crafting night and day, her own labor was treated like this. Seeing the smile on Valeria Johnson’s face, Ariel Morris’s anger instantly flared.

Just as a waiter passed by with a tray, Ariel Morris swiftly grabbed a wine glass, and splashed its contents directly onto Valeria Johnson...

"Ah!" shrieked a short-haired girl with Valeria, drawing the partygoers’ attention.

Seeing everyone looking over, Valeria Johnson took the initiative, accusing Ariel Morris, "Ariel Morris, why did you pour juice on me?!"

Valeria Johnson’s white short dress was soaked in juice, and with her accusation, everyone’s attention turned to Ariel Morris.

"Hey, isn’t that Ariel Morris? Didn’t she give up on pursuing Young Master Seys? Why is she here at his birthday party?"

"Is she trying another dramatic confession at the party? Oh my, Ariel Morris’s persistence, as stubborn as a cockroach, is truly admirable!"

"Can’t she be a bit more reserved as a girl? Being so eager to offer herself, no wonder Young Master Seys isn’t interested and looks down on her!"

....

The murmurs from the crowd reached Ariel Morris’s ears. She bit her lip, clenching her fingers into a tight fist, her expression a bit awkward.

Among the crowd, Arlo Seys’s gaze remained on the talked-about Ariel Morris, a hint of surprise in his eyes. She hadn’t bothered him for a week, so why did she suddenly show up at his birthday party?

Arlo listened to everything clearly. His facial muscles tensed, seeing her discomfort. Arlo’s grip on the wine glass tightened slightly, his eyes flashing with a hint of coldness as he glanced around the crowd.

Ariel Morris looked up at Valeria Johnson, her eyes with a hint of stubbornness, her words cold, "You were the one who stepped on my things first!"

Valeria’s companion immediately spoke up in her defense, "Those paper cranes of yours can’t compare to Valeria’s clothes! She steps on your paper cranes, and you ruin her clothes?!"

Ariel Morris glared angrily at the speaker, "In my eyes, your clothes aren’t worth more than my paper cranes!"

She had spent a week, staying up every night for a week, making a thousand paper cranes, each with her handwritten message ’1001, a lifetime of love.’

She wrote it 1001 times, folded 1001 paper cranes. Valeria Johnson showed no respect for her hard work and deliberately ruined her heartfelt effort! This, she couldn’t tolerate!

"Why so many paper cranes?"

"Yeah, with so many paper cranes, is Ariel Morris planning to give them to Arlo Seys? Such a humble gift, how peculiar!"

"Maybe she folded them herself, a token of love! I think it’s meaningful!"

"Come on, maybe she bought them? How much would a thousand paper cranes cost? Who’d be silly enough to fold them themselves?"

"You’re not Ariel Morris, how do you know she didn’t fold them herself?"

.....

Ariel Morris ignored the murmurs, crouched down, and quietly picked up the paper cranes that Valeria hadn’t crushed.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Ariel Morris as she squatted to pick up her things, her bent silhouette looking somewhat lonely and determined.

Arlo Seys, who hadn’t spoken all along, set down his glass, looking at Ariel Morris at the center of the crowd, feeling a pang in his heart.

Arlo’s eyes were shrouded in a light mist, deeply concealed. He stepped forward.