My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Looking at her, I couldn't help saying, "I remember you've been trying to get in touch with me a while back. Do you have something to say to me?"

She looked at me. Her eyes were dark and full of childlike innocence. She seemed like she wanted to tell me something, but hesitated. Seeing this, I said to her, "It's fine if you don't feel comfortable saying it. If you need my help in the future, you can tell me. I don't know why you came to me even though you didn't seem fond of me at first, but I think you have your own reasons."

She stared at me in a daze and looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't know how. After a while, she lowered her head and kept quiet.

One shouldn't expect to get any information from a mentally ill person. I didn't force her. I just continued gazing at the night sky outside the window. Everyone in the world had their own struggles. "Sebastian is not a good person. He's scarier than the devil!" Wendy's trembling voice came to my ears.

I looked at her and saw that her face was pale and her hands were tightly clenched together. This was a sign of inner struggle. Her hands were red and swollen from being held too tight.

but she dodged aside vigilantly.

force you to say anything. Just tell me whenever you want. It's alright." She bit her bottom lip hard and her eyes became a little

over. Wendy suddenly stood up and ran straight into the bedroom. Naomi

I pursed my lips

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walked to Wendy's bedroom to check on

on his face,

it clear to her. Don't hurt her!" There were too many hypocritical aspects about this man. I couldn't figure

balcony and said lazily, "I thought that you are most concerned about your daughter's condition. I didn't expect you to still care about Naomi