My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

However, she was of age, and she had been living a comfortable life for many years. She was bound to suffer from backaches having stayed in the courtyard, bent over like this for a long time. I saw her clutching her waist as she limped towards the bamboo chair in the courtyard. Her knitted brows are an indication of how much pain she was in.

I cleaned up the remaining weeds in the yard and washed my hands. Then, I gave her some medication that could relieve the pain.

She frowned, refusing to accept it.

I pursed my lips. "It's not poison. It's a painkiller."

After that, I put the medication in her hand, entered the house, poured her glass of warm water, and handed it to her.

She was dumbfounded. The pain had probably become unbearable as she instantly took the glass of water over and swallowed the medication.

I put the rest of the medication aside and said softly, "The medication doesn't cause many side effects. If the pain is unbearable, you can take one or two to relieve the pain."

She looked at me with pursed lips. Her eyes fell on the yard, and she said, "You sound nasally. If you've got a cold, don't come here and spread it to me.

I couldn't help but laugh at how stubborn she was. She obviously cared about me, but she just couldn't stop herself from muttering unpleasant things. Oh, well.

was a proud

long and had no children of her own. She probably just wanted to spend the rest of her life in peace, enjoying the rest of

sure to take some medication when I go back."

she came out, she had a bag of herbs in her hands. "Take

accepted her bag of herbs. I

hummed in reply and

sun rose, most of the snow had melted. It wasn't

fire in the yard, so the air

asked, "Do you want to stay for lunch? It's been snowing for the past few days.

I nodded, "Sure!"

like her would ever settle for non-perishables.

potatoes and sweet potatoes for

I initially thought a barbecue

brought the red wine from the wine cellar

same notion that some things

stomach a little.