My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Only after the girl thanked me and left did I return to my senses and set out on my way with Hendrix. The problem was I could no longer concentrate on having fun.

People who looked exactly the same were indeed difficult to distinguish. How many of those around me could actually recognize and tell apart me and someone who looked like me?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not notice Hendrix had fallen behind me. Catching the empty space beside me out of the corner of my eyes, I stopped and turned around. The streets were bustling with tourists. Hendrix, however, stood out with his height even though he wore ordinary outfits.

Even so, we were soon separated by the crowd on the street.

"Ninety-nine couples will perform their wedding rituals on the city's main stage soon. Those wishing to witness these rituals should make preparations ahead of time."

People rushed to their own destination in the bustling crowd without realizing that they were pushing against each other to do so. To avoid

being squeezed, I stood on my tiptoes and held myself tightly.

In the past, I had only watched the crowded state of the Jarold City subway on TV. At the time, I felt that these people were merely standing slightly closer to each other, but right then, I could feel the power of the collisions confined within. For a skinny and petite person like me, it was a force majeure that could accidentally drown me in this sea of people at any time.

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Just a moment ago, he had sworn that he would never leave my side, but right then, as I struggled to hold on, I could see no signs of him.

a large hand jutted out

close to me. He wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling

stunned by his

of a sudden, "I'll recognize

earnestly, "I will recognize you no matter how many "Ariannas" are out there. Could you

a discerning eye for human nature, I hadn't expected him to be so meticulously observant. The slight changes in my mood

with him. It came from the fear of the unknown. Not knowing what to say, I

me into his arms for a comforting hug. After releasing me, he grabbed my hand and went in the direction of the crowd,

the venue for the wedding

so that ninety-nine couples

dress, glowing up the scene with a cheery red radiance. The reflection of that joyous shade colored the faces of the spectators who were closer to the front. "Let the ritual begin." The couples stood opposite each other with their hands holding onto

bow second to the elderly. The last bow is

moment felt more like a healing process guided by the fove shown on stage. As I applauded and blessed them silently, the anxiety in my heart

the couples left,

aimlessly walked the streets, he told me, "If you like, I'll hold wedding

was trying to divert my attention. Laughing, I teased him, "Why don't you organize