My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

After I grew up, there were no shooting stars in the bustling city of Ucrebury. There were only fireworks that were brighter and more dazzling than shooting stars. They were all transient, fleeting and sad, making me no longer want to make a wish.

At the moment, I was incredibly sincere, hoping that Hendrix and I could have a child.

A warm feeling enveloped my body. Hendrix was embracing me. With his arms around me, his voice was low and reserved as he whispered in my ear, "Arianna, I owe you a wedding."

Hearing that, I couldn't help but smile. I raised my head and looked at him. The beautiful fireworks made his face look particularly handsome.

"Hendrix, I don't want a wedding. I only need you by my side."

He hugged me and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead, "Then, it's a deal. Neither of us is allowed to leave each other."

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The fireworks in Jarold City lit up the dark sky, accompanied by snow throughout the night.

Hendrix had not fully recovered from his injuries yet, so he could not stay outside in the cold for too long. However, he held on because he wanted to let me watch fireworks for a longer time.

worried about him and helped him back to the bedroom. Then, I looked at him and said, "I can also

slightly, raised his hand and brushed

fireworks, and even if they were fleeting and transient, I

phone vibrated for a long while with a call from an unfamiliar number. After hesitating for a

line, and it seemed that the person had intentionally chosen to

other end of the

voice I was familiar with, and it belonged to Irvin. I had forgotten that Hendrix had prohibited me from contacting him, and I had deleted

window were beautiful fireworks. Perhaps, at the moment, everything was gorgeous and wonderful. I spoke with a lighter tone,

He said, "Okay!"

long silence ensued. It was probably because happy people could not understand

had never noticed his loneliness. Instead, I looked up at the sky and commented, "The

of hope. If it was possible, I hoped everyone would

well. With three meals a day,

there was just a long silence. I guessed that he was reluctant to

watched the fireworks in the sky in silence. Hendrix came out of