In My Desperate Time

I go downstairs with my stuff, and Steven Song is waiting for me downstairs in his car. I don’t want him to come, but he insists on seeing me off because he says it isn't safe for a girl to go out in the middle of the night. So, I don’t refuse him.

And now, I look like a mess and he sees everything.

Steven Song, in no hurry to drive, speaks in a low voice.

“How are you? Would you like to talk about it?”

It is rare to see Steven Song being so serious. My heart softens because of him.

Perhaps, after all these days, I think Steven Song is a person I can trust.

Or, the feelings that I have been repressed for so long need to vent.

I take a deep breath and speak out all the grievances I have suffered at home over the years.

Surely, I don’t say anything about Andrew Malan.

it, but I think it is weird to tell

quietly listening to me, and

I have to say, Steven Song's EQ is really high. From beginning to end, he never shows any pity for me. Maybe he

“Do you feel any better after you speak it out?” He doesn’t say much about what happened to me, but

His care is like a simple greeting between friends.

Light but comfortable.

let’s have some

Somehow, I feel easy in my heart. All I want is to

you allergic to alcohol? Is it not true?”

I shake my head, taking out a bottle of water, open the bag and get the medicine Frances Louis bought for me.

I smile to Steven Song, “I take the anti-allergy medicine, now I can

“You are pretty. You are

He steps on the gas

at the door, I couldn't help thinking of the last time I saw Frances

not run into Frances

I follow Steven Song to go inside. I don't know how many gazes I receive