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

has been silent, quietly listening to me, and gives me a gentle emotion from

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

better after you speak it out?” He doesn’t say much about what happened to me, but just asks me this question.

care is like a simple greeting between friends.

but

“Come, let’s have some fun in the

All I want is to get drunk

you allergic to alcohol? Is it not true?” Steven Song asks me, feeling confused.

bottle of water, open the bag

with the water. I smile to Steven Song, “I take

“You are pretty. You are the boss.”

an evil smile. He steps on the gas and drives me

As soon as I arrive at the door, I couldn't help thinking of the last time I saw Frances Louis.

into Frances Louis again in such a place for the rich.

Song to go inside. I don't know how many gazes I receive on the