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.

and I need to take care

Frances' condition

I feel relieved.

happen between him and

I still

something is

I can't tell

reluctant to

joke as I look at the pile of documents in

to

Frances' condition has not improved, he has always

he has recovered, I naturally want to return these

say is what it

from my hand and says with a

I'm joking, I don't expect that he would give

in a bad mood

coldly and curl my

of

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

"I am. So what?"

at him with displeasure