In My Desperate Time

"I'm fine. Really, Jane, you don't have to worry about me. I'm just a little tired and want to sleep."

He smiles at me with exhaustion and gently strokes my hair.

Frances has always liked to touch my hair.

His doting and gentle action always makes me involuntarily tempted.

All the worries turn into smoke.

I nod, hold his hand, and watch him close his eyes.

However, I know it's not just that he's tired.

He is pretending to be asleep to make me less worried.

He has always been like this. He only cares about me, but he never wants me to know how uncomfortable he is.

Frances gives me all the love; let my life from now on perfect.

Naturally, I will repay him with better love.

very big so that I can lie down and hug him

he

body is very cold. Although he tries his best to

help but hug

time, his body finally becomes

that I finally feel relaxed and I hug him and

I wake up,

tilts his head and stares at me

and anxiously ask him, "Frances, are

sorry to

kisses me

finally let me go. He stares at me and says seriously, "But Jane, nothing could be compared to drug addiction. I don't know how long it will take me to get rid of this drug addiction, but please believe me. For you, for the sake of the children, I will definitely quit it. From now on, if I become addicted again, tie me up and

lock you up by yourself? What if something

decision. Either

give me a chance to

cannot bear whether I send him to rehab or tie him up

would rather choose the

this way, he