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.

with fatigue. He makes a long sigh after seeing me.

I simper and

say sorry to me.” He becomes gentle. Putting his suitcase down, he sits on the bad and

on an impulse, and I never think about my next step. So when I get off the plane, I am completely muddled. I shake my head and smile bitterly at Steven Song, "If I really have an idea, I must have gone to Frances

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

Frances Louis dies. Maybe what you want, is he being painful, being more painful than dying. At best, he would pay the

agree more. “The best way to tackle someone is to know what