My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

However, when I turned around, she suddenly stopped me and said, "I thought you would talk to me!"

I hesitated for a moment, but I turned back to look at her. When I saw her black eyes, I was stunned for a moment before I said, "You're not cut out for business."

Once again, she nodded. "I know!"

I pursed my lips and looked at the painting in front of her. It seemed that the painting was not for the purpose of the bid, but rather leftover from the past. Someone probably felt it was beautiful, so they left it up on the wall. It looked a little sad, but it was still beautiful.

"Do you like the color black very much?" I asked. To tell the truth, I didn't want to come into contact with dark things anymore.

She nodded in response. After staring at the painting for a while, she looked back at me and raised her eyebrows. "Are you from the Roberts Group?"

I nodded. "Yes!"

is your

my lips and was

paused for a moment and lowered my head slightly. "He's

suitable for you. Since that's the case, why don't you do your own thing? The only thing in this world that can cure

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they came out and saw me talking to Wendy. They frowned and seemed to be surprised at this. Catching sight of Hendrix, Wendy

Hendrix approached me. "Do you know her?" he asked,

my head and changed the subject. "Have you

celebratory dinner in the evening. Will you

to follow him around 24 hours a day. I

when they see the scars of another; they would know that the other person did the same. Just like Wendy, when she saw me, she subconsciously knew that both of

find warmth and sunshine, and then fill the pit little by little to make ourselves seem normal again. Wendy was right.

didn't know what Wendy had gone through, but the darkness