In My Desperate Time

I go downstairs with my stuff, and Steven Song is waiting for me downstairs in his car. I don’t want him to come, but he insists on seeing me off because he says it isn't safe for a girl to go out in the middle of the night. So, I don’t refuse him.

And now, I look like a mess and he sees everything.

Steven Song, in no hurry to drive, speaks in a low voice.

“How are you? Would you like to talk about it?”

It is rare to see Steven Song being so serious. My heart softens because of him.

Perhaps, after all these days, I think Steven Song is a person I can trust.

Or, the feelings that I have been repressed for so long need to vent.

I take a deep breath and speak out all the grievances I have suffered at home over the years.

Surely, I don’t say anything about Andrew Malan.

but I think it is

quietly listening to me, and gives me a gentle emotion from time

beginning to end, he never shows any pity for me. Maybe he knows that would make me even

He doesn’t say much about what happened to me, but just asks me this question.

is like a simple greeting between friends.

Light but comfortable.

have some

Somehow, I feel easy in my heart. All I want is to get drunk with abandon.

allergic to alcohol? Is it not true?” Steven Song asks me, feeling

head, taking out a bottle of water, open the

water. I smile to Steven Song, “I take

pretty. You are the boss.”

Song shows an evil smile. He steps on the gas and drives me straight

the door, I couldn't help thinking of the

Frances Louis again in such a place

follow Steven Song to go inside. I don't know how many