My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I pulled over a stool and sat next to Hendrix's bed, looking at him. Due to the burn on his back, he had to lie on his stomach.

As I looked at his handsome side profile, I thought to myself, "Are we indebted to each other?"

Perhaps due to the fact that it had been so many years, we weren't able to distinguish whether our relationship was based on the secular concept of love, or our mutual guilt over the years. We couldn't let each other go due to the guilt in our hearts.

Hendrix woke up at night. The doctor changed his bandages and instructed me, saying, "It'll be extremely painful after the anesthesia wears off. The patient can't get out of the bed for now, you'll have to take note to change his urine bag and clean his body, in case he feels uncomfortable."

I nodded. I knew all of that. Thinking about it carefully, it was the first time for me to take care of Hendrix in so many years.

He didn't really get sick much in the past, nor did he ever have any severe illnesses.

He was rather pitiful too. He had already safely gotten through half of his life, but he still had to deal with such an unforeseen incident.

to the back of his hand. Once the nurse was done,

nodded and thanked her

stomach

and inserted a straw for him to drink. He shook his head and signaled to me to

After drinking some water, he became slightly better. He looked at me and said with

spoken by Hendrix after he woke up

looked at him. "Hendrix, you're such a b*stard," I

handsome as before. He replied, "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. It won't

lost his life and still said that it was a minor injury. He really was

and said, "I'm thirsty." I really wanted to be an evil wife and make him suffer from

my heart ached and I felt terrible. Without realising it, my tears fell onto

and could not help but sigh. He smiled and said, "Why do you

said in a choked voice, "I'm already disfigured, so how much uglier can I get? Hendrix, I don't need you to sacrifice yourself for me. I won't