My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

Only the three of us here know exactly what Hendrix meant when he chose to go with Andrea.

The same person again. The same choice again. I couldn't be overshadowed by Andrea for the rest of my life.

Hendrix's delicate features were wrinkled. He couldn't shake my hand away, but he couldn't simply let Andrea leave either.

This scene was all too familiar. I felt a strong sense of irony to it.

He didn't dare to admit his love for me back then. When he looked at me, he was like a piece of ice that couldn't be melted. I could never catch a trace of him caring about me. But now, we've already experienced life and death together. He knew what I cared about but he still did this and stabbed me in the heart.

Andrea's arrogant expression was particularly glaring, but it also suddenly inspired me.

Hendrix had a weakness. He couldn't calm down because they had dirt on him. If I were to be bashful now, the both of us would be finished.

He taught me that when I'm in front of my opponent, I would be courting death if I exposed my own weaknesses.

As soon as I let go of Hendrix, my face turned cold. I went back to the sofa, quietly crossed my legs and pretended to ignore him.

"Leave then. The both of you."

a scornful tsk',

"I assure you that we will not

slowly turned around and caught up

dare to walk out of that door, I will turn around, head up to the top floor, jump down directly and die

reacted much faster

did.

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to look

an

his face. He assumed

like she had

of them had

using this dirty tactic. Did Andrea think she was the only one who could

got the chance to make her

He felt that I was simply speaking out of anger. He then reminded me, "The

what

and said sarcastically, "Don't just simply say things you think you'd even dare

at me, filled with provocation. She seemed to insinuate to me that she had done this to him many times before. It wouldn't work