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.

who gave up on themselves. I took a glance at him, before

small

fool. He did not pick up the

wanted, so I asked,

until

each other. Frowning while looking at him, I replied, "With this money, you won't

to say such words

your money. My mother told me to thank you. You're a

help frowning again. "Your mother? Who is

mother is my mother, who else could my mother

given a riddle. Impatiently, I said,

I felt cold all over.

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