My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The streets were crowded with people. Everyone was in a hurry, making my leisure walking seem a little out of place.

From time to time, people would give me strange looks.

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A beggar by the street caught my eye. It was not because I had not seen beggars before, but because the beggar looked familiar to me.

While hesitating, the beggar looked at me with his brows furrowed. He, who looked indifferent before, suddenly looked dumbstruck. Then, he let out a mirthless laugh while his eyes were on me.

That laugh instantly reminded me of who he was. Wasn't he the man who was beaten up by brawny men when Hendrix and I were leaving the casino that day?

How did he end up in such a state? He was actually a beggar on the street.

for people who gave up on themselves. I took

behind me. I frowned and looked back. It was the beggar. With my brows still furrowed, I took out the small amount of money from my wallet and put them on the ground. I looked at

me and giggled like a fool. He did not pick

know what he wanted, so I asked, "Do you think

shook his head and smiled at me. It was not until I was impatient that he said, "Miss Reid, we

him, I replied, "With this money, you won't starve.

knew that it was probably useless to say such words to

want your money. My mother told me to thank you.

again. "Your mother? Who is your

moment and said, "My mother is my mother, who else could

I was given a riddle. Impatiently, I said, "What I mean

felt cold all over.

need time to process when I hear it. I looked at him in