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.

it was Naomi who kept signaling me to leave,

He had probably

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the private room, I saw a group of men gathering to play the billiards outside,

billiards was that

else to do, so I found a place

someone sat next to me. It

the whole night, I hadn't talked to her much. When I saw her beside me, I was surprised, and

sitting next to me with a cold expression on her

looking at me at all. She was looking at

That man?

talking about Hendrix. I curled my lips and responded to her after

hands, "Bad things happen between people, and one just needs to get over them. I can get over what happened in Myanway, but you have

lost in thought for a moment, and didn't