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!"

for Freya and I to pull Aurelia and Wynn over to one side to make some space, Evan took a

"Bang..."

the floor to vibrate, but

door before retreating as far as he could. After gathering his energy, he charged

with the door and onto the shiny tiled

such a large impact, but instead stood up quickly as if breaking into a solid door was no big deal. He

as we stepped in, the sound of "clickclack" rang again

the source of the noise and went behind the

next second and when he got up again, Neal was barely alive in

his upper

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

around his wrists explained the bloodstained nylon rope.

Although he had managed to cut off the rope earlier on, the deep wounds on his ankles could not hide the fact that his legs

He said, drifting in and out of consciousness, his voice softer than a

his hand. Out of guilt, I took