My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I stood there and didn't know where to go.

The sound of high heels walking on the floor could be heard in the hallway. Freya rushed over with small steps. She looked at the operating room with its door wide open and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Are you all right?"

I couldn't help but hold her and cry out. "Aaron's right hand is broken and it will never recover! It's all my fault!"

Perhaps people would only realize how useless they were when they saw their loved ones and humiliated.

Aside from feelings, what made people helpless was the natural cycle of life. I couldn't give him feelings, yet he lost a hand for me. I had lost my ground.

When I saw Hendrix, I had never felt so disappointed or angry at him. I stopped crying and did not even want to see him. "What are you doing here?"

Before he could answer, I spoke again, "To laugh at us on Jordan's behalf? You have achieved your goal. You can leave now."

I'd tried countless times to pull him back from the

Devil's side, but now, I had pushed him away. How could I feel good?

me coldly like a stranger, at least not when

It was like the whole world was trying to harm

slightly parted his thin lips. "Aaron was

I was emotional, any minor details would be magnified infinitely. His words deeply provoked me. I did not hesitate to scold him, "Do you mean that Aaron deserves it?" Hendrix kept his lips

vicious words in the world on Hendrix, nor

Hendrix to Jordan completely, but I also feared that

Freya didn't seem

looked as usual, while the other looked sympathetic. It made me realize that they couldn't empathize

step back. I looked up at Hendrix with my red eyes

your own after so many years. You act the same as you were in

of my voice, but he did not move an inch. He kept his eyes down and

for the sake

family not to try to hit a stone with an egg. Otherwise, even

any other words to describe Hendrix

he use those cold words to get rid of my firm trust