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

this way, he may feel

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

but hug him a

long time, his body finally

steady breathing that I

I wake up, Frances is

his head and stares at me with a

up and anxiously ask him, "Frances,

to

kisses me hard on the

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

can I lock you up by yourself? What

this with you. I'm telling you my decision. Either you send me to rehab or do as I

enough, Frances doesn't give me

him to rehab or tie

in comparison, I would

the very least, in this way, he