My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

When I got home, Hendrix was busy in the kitchen. It was rare to see him like this. I leaned against the doorframe and couldn't help smiling as I watched him bustling about in the kitchen with an apron on. He was taken aback by my sudden return. "When did you come back? Why didn't you make any sound?" he asked.

I beamed at him, "Hi!"

He gave me a small smile and said, "Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner!"

I was a little surprised to see that he was wearing a grey sweater. I couldn't help but say, "You look much better in clothes of other colors than in black. It makes you look younger!" He raised his eyebrows and gave me a serious look, "Do I usually look very old?"

Looking at his stern expression, I couldn't help but laugh, "A little. You look too serious, it makes people think you're harder to approach than you really are. It's better like this, you look more pleasant!" He pondered for a moment and said, "I'll try to wear more clothes of other colors then!"

other people's opinions like this? He was starting to learn how to restrain his emotions and behaviors better, and started reflecting on himself more

face. These changes did not happen all of a sudden, but were hidden in the details of everyday life. It was all so subtle that I didn't even notice until now. When did

I realized his change, he seemed to have already become such a detail-oriented person, he got jealous easily, threw tantrums, and deliberately changed his routine to cater to

was never an expressive person, but he showed his love by taking care of

he raised his hand and waved it a few times in front of my eyes. He asked, "What are you thinking

meet such a nice man like Mr. Roberts." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt

lucky

well."

to the bedroom. Just then, Valerie called me and asked me how

them the next day. Anne called me on the phone and chatted with me for a while