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

this way, he may

tries his best to

hug him a little

a long time, his body

that I finally feel

wake up, Frances is

stares at me with a gentle

anxiously ask him, "Frances,

sorry to

he kisses me hard on the

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

How can I lock you up by yourself?

telling you my decision. Either you send me to

enough, Frances doesn't give

cannot bear whether I send him to rehab

comparison, I would rather choose

least, in this way, he may suffer