In My Desperate Time

I’m flustered by his look, as I always would be.

Whitney, as one of the judges of the competition, is two seats apart from me to my right.

She looks over my direction as France’s eyes.

I lower my head uneasily, with my breath being uneven.

“Are you nervous?”

Nicole seems to have sensed that something is wrong with me and turns around to ask me.

Her attitude towards me has literally changed since I was cleared of the last plagiarism. Now the way she talks to me can’t be gentler.

I give her a forced smile and shake my head.

“I’m good.”

“The competition will start in three days, so don’t worry. We still have time to collect materials and get the spark of inspirations.”

Nicole pats my shoulder to comfort me.

As the ceremony moves on, the host invites judges of the competition to the stage.

are three judges consisting

lady with a benign face. The old lady looks familiar, but

Whitney stands beside Frances.

a couple. Now

foreign language. I’m not good at it and I also don’t understand what he is saying, but strange enough, I understood the request he made to Frances and

it injures

to

are

cheer up for the fun, on matter which country he is

as shy

involuntarily fall on Frances’s lips. The way he kissed me has printed in my mind. Thinking of his lingering

audience, but I

he turns aside and cups her face in his hands, bending forward and laying a soft kiss on

the audience. I bite my lips tightly, watching him deepen the

on my lips is

it’s so hard for me to accept the fact that he

Such a beautiful and romantic

feet and say to Nicole with a quite low voice,

leave

the hall, I run slap into a