My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Hendrix nodded. After greeting Jarred, we went straight upstairs.

There were three bedrooms and one living room. Nerissa's house was not huge, but it was cozy and homey. There were flowers on the cabinet. Unfortunately, I couldn't see clearly what the flowers looked like. They seemed to be in full bloom but didn't look like real flowers.

"Aunt Nerissa made them herself. There are a lot of withered branches around the neighborhood downstairs. She found some, folded tissue paper into petals, and dyed them. She places them there as decorations."

I was a little stupefied. I couldn't help but walk up to take a closer look. I was intrigued by his words, and they were indeed fake flowers, but they had been crafted so well.

Hendrix was taken aback as well. He moved closer and said with a faint smile, "If you don't take a closer look, you really can't tell whether they're real or fake!"

Nerissa brought the dishes out of the kitchen and said with a smile, "It's Jarred that dyed the colors. It's all thanks to him that they look so realistic.

Come, the meal is ready. I still have more flowers in my bedroom. If you like them, you can bring some home with you."

are not young anymore, and it's a little boring just for two people to live together. Don't always let the Moore Family

little ashamed. I nodded my head repeatedly and

her with us, but recently we'd been too occupied. I silently made up my

I was thinking about this, Nerissa suddenly ran to the bathroom. Hendrix and I were stupefied for a moment. Jarred followed in calmly and came

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and said, "It's fine, it's fine. It's normal. Everything will be fine in a month or two." As she spoke,

into a plate for her, and took care of

that Hendrix was silent. He

went to the sitting room to have a chat over some coffee. Nerissa and I cleaned up the kitchen and sat in the living room watching television. She suddenly tugged on my sleeve and said, "Arianna, you're not young anymore. Are you planning to

stupefied at being asked this

hesitating for a while, I looked at her and said, "Aunt Nerissa, I can't get

deep breath. Then, she said helplessly, "You

what to say. It was in