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?"

to think for a while before I continued, "I'm always sad,

only lost control

So you must take care of yourself. If that happens again, both you and

Monique's parents' death with my own eyes. Those incidents had left

enough from studying abroad these few years. I won't

was almost

already

"How

airport earlier. Although he looked and acted as

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

and dialed the front desk. Ian requested two bottles of red wine and said to me, "Watch me drink since you both can't drink. I'm feeling a little moody. When the both of you go

a relationship problem? Or

lan wouldn't be bothered by love. However, he hardly mentioned anything about his family, although we had known each other

didn't know how to comfort him as I didn't know why

gazed at Monique, who was sleeping like a log. He