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

brows still furrowed, I took out the small amount of money from my wallet and put them on the ground. I looked at him and said,

me and giggled like a fool. He did not pick up the money on

I asked, "Do you think it's too

at me. It was not until I

course we knew each other. Frowning while looking at him, I replied, "With this money, you won't starve. Stop gambling. Go and get

was probably useless to say such words to an incurable man like

laugh, before saying, "I don't want your money. My mother told me to thank you. You're

couldn't help frowning again. "Your

and said, "My mother

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

all over. It made me scared. "My sister

name had been appearing so often for the past few days that I didn't need time to process when I hear it. I looked at him in a daze for a