In My Desperate Time

I look at him with a sense of guilt and apologize to him with my head lowered.

“Humph! You think your apology can help?” he says coldly.

“That’s all I can do whether you accept it or not. I can’t help you.” I retort back.

His chest is heaving, as if suppressing the anger inside.

After a while, he says with clenched teeth, “Take me to the hospital.”

“It is your arm that is broken, not your legs.”

“Jane!”

He gazes at me with a cold and sharp look. Then I have to help him walk outside.

As soon as we come to the door of the hotel, we run into Whitney who is walking in.

Seeing my hands on Frances’s arms, she immediately rushes over and pushes me away.

“Don’t touch him.”

She stares at me defensively with great disgust in her eyes.

Everyone in the hall is watching us. Though many of them don’t understand our language, anyone with a discerning eye could guess what happened.

For a moment, embarrassment permeates the air.

“I’m injured.” Frances furrows.

me and entirely focuses on Frances,

and hurt myself accidentally.”

did you fall?” Whitney asks, looking at me confusedly.

just now comes to my mind, which makes

to

let me go with her. So I have to go back to

hope Frances’s arm will be all right, or I’ll be the

on the bed, I couldn’t

that sleep has

up and surf Weibo to kill time,

I got two messages.

One is from Noah.

so much. I’ll see you

instantly reply, “I’m in France for a competition. I’ll

message

“Come to room 419.”

He is back?

room number sounds so impure. It sounds just like his

not going to

just sends back

to come to his room, putting away

him in his room. Now that she has known our affairs, I’m finding myself death to come to his

is standing in the doorway, with plaster cast on

in. Whitney has gone

his other hand and shut the