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.

in the VIP ward. The bed is very big so that I can lie down and

he

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

but hug

a long time, his body finally becomes

hear his steady breathing that I finally feel relaxed

wake up,

head and stares at

hurriedly get up and anxiously

to have

he kisses me

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

I lock you up by yourself? What if something

decision. Either you send me to rehab or do

give me a chance to

whether I send him to rehab

would rather

the very least, in this