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.

I don’t mean to hide it, but I think it is weird to

listening to me, and gives

to say, Steven Song's EQ is really high. From beginning to end, he never shows any pity for me. Maybe he knows that would make

“Do you feel any better after you speak it out?” He doesn’t say much about

His care is like a simple greeting between

Light but comfortable.

“Come, let’s have some fun

Somehow, I feel easy in my heart. All I want is to get drunk with abandon.

not true?”

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

down into my stomach with the water. I smile to Steven Song, “I take the anti-allergy medicine, now I can indulge myself once.”

“You are pretty. You are the

evil smile. He steps on the gas and drives

at the door, I couldn't

God bless me! I shall not run into Frances Louis again in such a place for the rich.

to go inside. I don't know how many gazes I receive on the way going in.