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.

my brows. I didn't have much sympathy for people who gave up on themselves. I took a glance at him, before

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

a fool. He did not pick

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

me. It was not until I was impatient that he said, "Miss

while looking at him, I replied, "With this money, you won't starve. Stop gambling. Go and get a

that it was probably useless to say such words to an incurable man like him, but I

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

again. "Your

and said, "My mother is my

given a riddle. Impatiently, I said,

and I felt cold all over.

past few days that I didn't need time to process when I