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.

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

down the street, I felt that someone was following 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

at me and giggled like a fool. He did not pick up

didn't know what he wanted, so I asked, "Do you think it's too

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

looking at him, I replied, "With this money, you won't starve. Stop gambling.

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

"I don't want your money.

couldn't help frowning again. "Your mother? Who is

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

said, "What I mean is, how does your mother

and I felt cold all over. It made

had been appearing so often for the past few days that I didn't need time to process when I hear