Chapter 883

"Zelda." A voice called out from a distance, and soon, Arthur's tall figure appeared before her. He wasn't dressed too formally and wore just a gray linen hoodie and sweatpants. His soft hair fell naturally over his forehead, and his entire demeanor carried a warm, boy-next-door tenderness. "Arthur," Zelda greeted. Arthur noticed a plastic stool nearby and, without caring whether it was appropriate, sat down on it directly. Tilting his head toward her, he said, "I heard you arrived last night. I wanted to catch up properly, but we got interrupted. How have you been these past few years?" Zelda lifted her gaze slightly. These past few years had not been all that great. Her lips curled into a bitter smile as she shook her head. "Same old, same old. I was trying to recover and came back after I did. " Arthur sighed as he recalled the favor Zelda asked of him three years ago. The man who held her heart had always been Damian. However, they had been apart for so long that Arthur fe