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

this, Frances' condition

I feel relieved.

seems that nothing will happen between him and me

I still feel

vaguely feel that something is about

I can't tell exactly what's

because you're reluctant to part with the

I look at the pile

given to me

not improved, he has always insisted

he has recovered, I naturally

is what it

hand and says

expect that he would give me

bad mood all of a

snort coldly and curl

because of this? I thought it

gently, "Jane, I'm just joking. Why are you taking this so

"I am. So what?"

him with