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."

uttered a scornful tsk',

we

turned around

of the door, I opened my mouth and imitated Hendrix's unforgiving indifference. "Hendrix, if you dare to walk out of that door, I will turn around, head up to the top floor, jump down directly and

reacted

brain did. He stopped,

Mil.net

around to look

an

face. He assumed he had

badly, it looked like

of them

Did Andrea think she was the only one

got the chance to make her have a taste of her own

was simply speaking out of anger. He then reminded me, "The children will be back

what

guessed that I was putting on an act and said sarcastically,

to me that she had done this to him many times before. It wouldn't work on him