My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Seeing that Freya was rendered speechless, Cyril could not put up with it anymore. "Irvin, watch your manners!" Irvin acted as if he had not heard him. He turned around and called the servants, "Please see our guests off."

Cyril may not have had experienced getting kicked out of a house before. Being a young and selfassured man, he stood up and got ready to throw it down with Irvin, but Freya stopped him. Then, the two of them walked out together.

Watching them leave, Irvin stood there for a while before he shot a glance upstairs with an ambiguous expression.

I was lost in thought as I mused on their conversation. I came to my senses just in time and shrank my neck to avoid meeting his eyes.

Everything had been fine a while ago, but I grew increasingly depressed.

Though Freya and Irvin had been considerate of me from different perspectives, they both made the same choice - they did not tell me the truth.

I wondered if the memories hidden in the depths of my mind were really this unbearable.

Even if they were, I wouldn't have been conflicted and felt the pain if they weren't precious to me.

At this moment, I didn't even know whether I had the ability to bear the consequences of getting my memories back.

My days after that visit were long and tranquil.

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