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!"

pull Aurelia and Wynn over to one side to make some space, Evan took a few steps back and slammed into the

"Bang..."

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

into the door

fell into the room with the door and onto

big deal. He nudged the door to the side to allow easier access for us. S~ᴇaʀᴄh

"clickclack" rang again

to follow the source of the noise and went

when he got up again, Neal

upper

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 to have been suffering for a long period of time. He looked

bloodstained nylon rope. The scene

a similar hand Although he had managed to cut off the rope earlier on, the deep wounds on his ankles could not hide the

of consciousness, his voice softer than a

the rope on his hand. Out of guilt, I took the