My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

People's hearts were made of flesh. No matter how hard rock was, it would eventually be warmed.

Perhaps before we met, Hendrix's heart was cold. But things had long changed since then, and I couldn't bear to see him hide his emotions from me with my own eyes.

He had no explanation to offer as he reached out and took me into his arms. He did not let go of me for the whole night.

To take the earliest flight back to Jarold City, we had to wake up before dawn.

When I left the bedroom, I looked back and found that the photo frame was still lying face down.

An hour later, the plane landed. Hendrix and I went our separate ways at the airport, respectively going back home to get ready.

The charity auction was popular with the media. Some famous media outlets in Jarold City had already published an official report on it. It was said that only the world-class rich were eligible to enter the place. I had no idea why Hendrix could get two invitations.

on the coffee table in my bedroom. The plane would arrive at seven in the evening, and I still had a whole

but ever since discovering her gift in mathematics, she became rather obsessive over

migrate to Mesville and wanted to see Anne again

brought lan to the study and opened the door. The two of them walked in quietly. It was as if lan had returned to that summer. The young boy, afraid of startling Anne, carefully stood a meter away from her and

her head around, probably because she

put down the pen in her hand, walked to us

tugged upwards, and he gently patted Anne's head. "I am!

back and

& three times. I was just

I can relax

Uncle lan and Aunt Silvia are going back to Mesville. They won't be able to

come

her head to look at me, seemingly thinking about something. After a moment, she decided to retain the smile on her face. I didn't notice the temporary change in expression on her face