In My Desperate Time

However, I want to go in, I want to see how he is.

I stand at the door, hesitating.

Frances' voice sounds again.

"Jane, leave now. I don't want you to see me like this. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

He has repeatedly stressed that if I go in, I don't seem to respect him very much.

There is nothing I could do. I could only close the door with anxiety.

He seems to crash into the wall again and again, and at the same time, into my heart.

After a long time, it's silent inside.

When I open the door, I see Frances lying unconscious on the ground, blood oozing out of his head.

I'm so sad, but at the same time, I'm so grateful.

At the very least, he has survived today's trial.

The wound on Frances' head is just a trauma. I call a private doctor to bandage it for him, so there's no problem.

take care of Frances, so I have never taken Penelope

like this, Frances' condition is getting better and better day

I feel relieved.

seems that nothing will happen between him

still

vaguely feel that something is about to

tell exactly what's

up because you're reluctant

joke as I look at the pile of documents

are all given to me by his

improved, he has always

that he has recovered, I naturally want to

you say is what it

from my hand and says

don't expect that he would give me

a bad mood all of a

coldly and curl my

it be that you really woke up because of this? I thought it was

hurriedly hugs me and says gently, "Jane, I'm just joking. Why are you taking this

"I am. So what?"

him