In My Desperate Time

At this moment, I deeply felt my inability. Even if I am eager to revenge, even if I want to tackle Frances Louis, confronting Frances Louis at close quarters is just like hitting a rock with an egg. I couldn’t fall asleep on the plane, and I was thinking about how to tackle Frances Louis. After washing briefly, I have a sleep.

In my dream, a beautiful baby walks toward me and murmurs, “Mummy, I miss you so much. Mummy, give me a hug.” The word hurts me deeply. I couldn’t stop crying. I rush to hug the baby, suddenly a tall man shows up.

“Get away.” Frances Louis shouts. Then, he chokes the baby’s throat and lifts the baby up. I watch the baby gradually stop struggling, I want to get the baby back, but Frances Louis pushes me hard and I fall on the ground. Beneath me, red blood oozes out. Pain, piercing pain. The cut seems to hurt again, but my heart hurts more.

I cry and wake from the dream. Recalling the scene in the dream, I couldn’t stop my tears. Frances Louis, this name seems to root in my heart. I loved him before, but now I hate him.

Someone knocks the door. I check the time and suggests maybe it’s Steven Song. Wiping away the tears from my face, I get up and open the door.

of the door with fatigue. He makes a long sigh after seeing me.

and look at him with regret.

to say sorry to me.” He becomes gentle. Putting his suitcase down, he

am completely muddled. I

helplessly, “ Fortunately, you haven’t totally lost your mind and gone to Frances Louis on impulse, otherwise I don't know how to help you.

want, is he being painful, being more painful than dying.

someone is to know what he cares about. Only