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.

is very big

this way, he may feel

Although he tries his best to endure it, I can still feel

hug

time, his

isn't until I hear his steady breathing that I finally feel relaxed and I hug him and fall

I wake up, Frances

head and stares

get up and anxiously ask

to have

he kisses

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

lock you up by yourself? What if

decision. Either you send me to rehab or do

give me

I send him to rehab or tie

comparison, I would

least, in this way,