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.

Reid family, I found that the ticket and invitation had been placed on the coffee table in my bedroom. The plane would arrive at

catch up with Anne over the weekend, but ever since discovering her gift in mathematics, she became rather obsessive

in the afternoon. They were going to migrate to Mesville and wanted to see Anne again before

if lan had returned to that summer. The young boy,

her head around, probably because she felt a little uncomfortable being

lan, she immediately smiled, put down the pen in her hand, walked to us unhurriedly, and greeted him respectfully, "Uncle lan, you're

he gently patted Anne's head. "I am! You are working so hard. Did I disturb

looked back and

questions & three times. I was just revising them. Mr. Clark said that he would arrange a

can relax

world would feel relieved hearing these words from their children. "Anne, Uncle lan and Aunt Silvia are going back to Mesville. They won't be able to back often to see you in the future. Have a good chat with Uncle tonight. As for studying, let's

come

this, Anne's tender and small face wrinkled. She raised her head to look at me, seemingly thinking about something. After a moment, she decided to