My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

She smiled faintly. "There's a leisure area outside of the hotel. Let's go!"

Following her to the back of the hotel, we came to an open-air rest area. She found us a seat, sat down gracefully, and motioned me to sit down to talk.

I sat down across from her and asked for a cup of warm water from the waiter while she asked for a cup of coffee, no sugar.

I quietly glanced at her.

She did not seem to be in a hurry to wrap our little chat up. After the coffee was served, she slowly took a sip and said, "Are you not a fan of coffee?"

bitter. I'm

another sip. Perhaps it tasted too bitter because a frown formed on her face. "It's also a blessing that you don't like bitterness." When her eyes fell on me, she smiled again. "To be honest, you and I are so similar when I was young. If I hadn't checked your DNA in person, I would have thought

faintly, and my smile was a little cold. "To be your daughter, I would need to have blessings spanning across

on her face faded. She narrowed her eyes and then exhaled deeply. "30 years ago, when I was just 20 years old, I knew that I was no more than an ordinary girl, and that if I aspired to live a life that I truly wanted in the future, I would have to work hard and suffer. At 23, I graduated from university

I had been looking forward to our future. I even imagined our life together after marriage. It was beautiful and worth looking forward to, but reality was cruel. Only a few children

gracefulness within is rare because the only way to have it is through the

as I quietly listened

I was looked down on by the Moore family. As arrogant as I was, I left Pedro out of anger and wanted