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.

The bed is very big so that I can lie down

way, he

body is very cold. Although he tries his best to

couldn't help but hug him a

a long time, his body finally

hear his steady breathing that I finally feel relaxed and

up,

head and stares

get up and anxiously ask him, "Frances,

sorry to have worried

kisses me

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

lock you

with you. I'm telling you my decision. Either you send me

give me

bear whether I send him to rehab or tie him up and lock

I would rather choose the

this way,