In My Desperate Time

NICU is open twice a week. I am not sure when I will have to go back to prison.

In prison, it would be very difficult to see my daughter.

And I don't want her to know that her mother is a criminal who has been put in jail for trying to shoot her father.

How could she face such a life in the future?

I reach out, eager to touch her face. But she must stay in the incubator.

I can only feel her little face through the glass.

When the visiting hours are over, I reluctantly leave.

After returning to the ward, I stare at Mindy who is sitting opposite and flirting with David for a while and finally make up my mind to make a request.

"Mindy, please be the mother of my child."

It is much harder than I have imagined to say that personally.

"I am the godmother of this kid. She's my daughter too, isn't she?" Mindy was puzzled.

It seems that she still doesn't understand what I mean.

Don't let her know that her mother is in prison. She's so young. She

her yourself! Don't talk to me as if you were saying

roll down Mindy's

can't bear the pain of losing you anymore. I've been in fear once. I can't take

words make

sniff and say to her in a deep voice, "I'm almost recovered. I guess I'll have to

to pay the

I am reluctant to part with my daughter, I have no other

you still need to go back to

and

not annoyed. He smiles indulgently at her and says, "Your highness,

and walks

don't have to go back. You're on

for parole after serving at

special treatment. If I say your case is special,

David says casually.

he makes it, I know it's not

need to go

keep company with

it's too early