My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

He nodded and looked at me. He obviously didn't have the intention of saying anything else. His gaze fell onto the two thermal lunch boxes.

I hesitated for a moment and stuttered, "I....."

"Am I suppose to eat both of these?" He looked back at me and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Or did you plan on eating with me?"

After the fight we had, I knew that I was wrong, but it was so hard to release my grip on pride all at once. I mumbled, "It's all for you!" I wasn't hungry anyway, I told myself. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He sat down beside me and began to open the lunchbox. Seeing that the two dishes were the same, he took out both bowls and chopsticks, placed one set in front of me, and said, "Eat!" I pouted, "I'm not hungry, you eat!"

He looked at me and joked, "Are you going to be a full-time pig breeder in the future?"

What? After a while, I realized the joke and that he was saying that he couldn't finish all of the food. Giving him two lunch boxes was no different from feeding a pig.

a blush on my face, I took the

head to

a moment of silence, I took the initiative

inexplicable apology, he just looked at me

there

his answer was too perfunctory? I finally took the initiative

couldn't help but sigh. I didn't know if

the table, his black eyes fell on me. He said, "Will you

them. When I was in the morgue, I thought that I should accompany them and tell them that I really love them. Hendrix, I know that I'm not an excellent daughter, but I'm an ordinary person after all. I want

with deep eyes. After a long silence, he nodded, "Well, don't

used the word 'endure', not wait. It was more tormenting to endure

for a few days. There was some weariness in his eyes and hints

the twinge of pain in my heart, I raised