My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Dahlia's gaze fell upon me. She pursed her lips, looking a little disdainful.

After a few bites of food, I lost my appetite. Naomi proposed going to the second floor for karaoke.

Everyone agreed. After all, they'd missed it every day, while abroad in Europe. When they returned home, there's no way they wouldn't indulge in some karaoke!

The second floor was an entertainment space with a big billiards table in the middle, surrounded by private rooms for singing. The purpose of this design was to consider those that didn't like singing. They could come out to play billiards, which was less rowdy.

"I'm pretty tone-deaf. I can't sing or dance. I can't even rap."

Dahlia was quite similar to me in this regard. She didn't know how to do any of it, but perhaps she did not enjoy such activities either.

After all, nightlife as such may be frowned upon by those with staunch religious beliefs.

After sitting in the private room for a while, I felt a little bored, so I found an excuse to leave.

who kept signaling me to leave, so that she

being a pretty aloof person, probably had a reason for coming tonight. He had probably been provoked by

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left the private room, I saw a group of men gathering to play the billiards outside, and there were a few girls occasionally mixed in

think billiards was

nothing else to do, so I found a place to sit down, watching

next to me.

her much. When I saw her beside me, I was

she asked, sitting next to me with a

she was not looking at me at all. She was

That man?

realized that she was talking about Hendrix. I curled my lips and responded to her after a

one just needs to get over them. I can get over what happened in Myanway, but you have to remember

in thought for a moment, and didn't