My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I knew lan's hometown was Jarold City. After a pause, I asked, "Are you coming back for good then?"

He shook his head, "It depends on how you're doing. But I think I'll still have to return to Mesville in another two days to settle some matters."

Upon arriving at the hotel, lan passed the car to the valet service. Monique woke up and got out of the car, and stared at him. "Why don't you set up your clinic here in Ucrebury? It's convenient for us to see you if you did."

lan looked at her and chuckled, "What's wrong? What do you have? Do you have fluctuating mood or negative thoughts?"

Monique rolled her eyes at him and didn't say anymore.

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lan lazily mumbled under his breath after we entered his room, "I don't like staying in the hotel. It's so boring and lonely."

I checked my phone and realized that it had run out of battery. Meanwhile, Monique passed out on the sofa. She must have been exhausted. So there was only lan and me.

lan looked at me with seriousness and asked, "When did you realize your mood swings?"

but paused to think for a while before I continued, "I'm always sad, and I would act impulsively,

only lost control several times," I

you know how you were five years ago. So you must take care of

Monique's parents' death with my own eyes. Those incidents had left me with deep trauma. After Carol passed

said, "Luckily I've learned enough from studying abroad these few years. I won't let you hurt

was almost nine at night,

was already

voice and asked lan, "How about you? Did something

something was wrong with lan the first eyes I set on him in the airport earlier. Although he looked and acted as usual, his gaze felt empty. He tried to hide

Then he looked at me and smiled, "Literally nothing can escape from your

both can't

frowned. "Is it a relationship problem? Or something

However, he hardly

as I didn't know

sofa and gazed at Monique, who was sleeping like a log. He answered my question with another question, "Who