My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He was speechless for a moment before said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I didn't think this through."

We stood next to each other, not saying anything more.

Hendrix's expression was dark, tinged with a hint of coldness.

Pedro's love-filled gaze fell on me; in it was also a type of aching that I couldn't full comprehend. Four years had passed and this pair of originally elegant and noble couple seemed to have aged a little. Time could really destroy all beautiful things.

"Hendrix, is this your way of apologizing?" Pedro asked, his voice laced with anger. "Your selfishness made the happy family that we could have been become what it is today. What are you doing now? Did you bring my daughter here to suffer with you to force us to forgive you?"

Hendrix's body shook as he raised his head to look at him, but he did not say a word.

Now that they had come to this point, someone would be hurt no matter what they did.

arms and frowned slightly. She put the wool coat on me and said, "If you want to move on

lips and looked at Hendrix. I knew that this matter started from the moment he had me exchanged

and suffering started

as she said, " My child, please don't torture

off her overcoat and shoes, and walked barefoot into the snow. In the cold northern wind, she seemed to be on the verge of collapsing with every step she

was pain in his eyes but he did not

out before me, I wasn't sure how I felt within. Whatever it was, I knew it

so-called punishment. In this case, it seemed that I should just get

you doing?" I asked in a calm voice. Looking at Hendrix, who was frozen stiff in the snow, I smiled and said, "You know I love you and I don't want you to suffer, but why do you do this? The wound that I buried deep inside my

talk you out of it? Forgive you by showing how moved I am by crying? Or should I forgive you for changing my life and accidentally killing our child? Should I have forgiven you for all that? Hendrix, should I be a saint and forgive

pretending that nothing had happened, and moved

why did you force me to rip open my wounds to

thin lips had been colored blue and purple. He looked at me, his lips