My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I thought I was hallucinating, but when I turned around to look, both Wynn and Freya had the same puzzled expression on their faces.

I couldn't help but begin to doubt Amy and her husband's words.

Were they really in dovelie City, or were they at home, but they dared not face our sudden visit?

Just as we were thinking about this, it was as if the other side of the door had heard our voices and rang again.

"Clack! Clack! Clack!"

There was a slow and orderly pounding sound, as if something was hitting the ground.

Out of caution, Evan immediately approached the door and tried to find out what was going on inside. After a while, he looked at us with a serious expression and said, "Someone is here!"

Something must be wrong. Although Neal was suspicious, he had once saved Aurelia's life. At this point, we couldn't be bothered with too much and only wanted nothing bad to happen to him. I quickly ordered Evan to take action. "Kick the door open!"

side to

"Bang..."

the floor to vibrate, but

slammed himself right into the door before retreating as far

fell into the room with the door and onto the shiny tiled

as if breaking into a solid door was no big deal. He nudged the door to the side to

soon as we stepped in, the sound of "clickclack" rang again in the open kitchen on the left side

hurried to follow the source of the noise

next second and when he got up again, Neal

upper body was

child could be seen at a glance. But what was more shocking was not his indented figure, but the bloody wounds on his tiny body. It had only been a week, but he seemed

the bloodstained nylon rope. The scene was absolutely

off the rope earlier on, the deep wounds

out of consciousness,

on his hand. Out