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!"

over to one side to make some space, Evan took a

"Bang..."

impact caused the floor to vibrate, but the door did not

be hit by a heavy blow. He slammed himself right into the door before retreating as far as he could. After

the room with the door and onto the shiny tiled

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

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

follow the source of the noise and went behind the kitchen

and when he got up again, Neal was

his upper

indented figure, but the bloody wounds on his tiny body. It had only been a week, but he seemed to have been suffering for a long period of time. He looked like he could stop breathing at

explained the bloodstained nylon rope. The scene

on, the deep wounds on his ankles could not hide

and out of consciousness, his voice softer than a

rested him on the sofa and untied the rope on his hand. Out of guilt,