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.

ward. The bed is very

he may

is very cold. Although he tries his best to endure it, I

help but hug

his body finally becomes

I hear his steady breathing that I finally feel relaxed and I

up, Frances

stares at me with a gentle

hurriedly get up and anxiously ask him, "Frances, are

to have worried

tightly, he kisses me hard on the

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

you up by yourself? What

telling you my decision. Either you send

Frances doesn't give me

I send him to rehab or tie him

would rather choose the

in this