In My Desperate Time

But Frances and I are completely different.
He wants to give me a grand wedding, and he wants me to have no regrets about my life.
So, how can I waste his efforts?
I smile and say to him, "Sure. But I don't know when the wedding is going to be held."
"A month later."
"When did you decide?"
"Just now."
Just now?
My mouth twitches, and I feel like I can't do anything about this man.
Frances takes me to a wedding company and personally selects everything.
Occasionally, he turns around and asks for my opinion.
"Miss, you are really lucky. I feel that this gentleman really loves you." The staff in the company says to me, envious.
Yeah, I'm really lucky.
I don't even dare to imagine this in the past. But now, it just happens.
I want to stay with Frances like this for a lifetime.
Standing beside him with Earl in my arms, I watch him deal with everything about the wedding.
With him, I really don't have to worry about anything.
When we finish discussing all kinds of details, it's already sunset.
After dinner, Frances calls his men to pick up Earl.
Is he taking me to the movies again?

It turns out that Frances takes me to a shooting hall, not a cinema.
"Why do you bring me here?"
This place is filled with people practicing shooting. As an ordinary person, I'm afraid of guns.
"Of course I'm here to practice shooting. What else can I do?" Frances smiles and explains to me.
"Why are you practicing shooting suddenly?" I gulp and ask him nervously.
"In order to protect myself and protect the people I love. It's useful to learn more skills." Frances says.
But I know it's not as simple as he says.
All these years, he has been walking in the rain of bullets.
Back then, Terence has sacrificed his life in order to save Frances.
Only now do I realize how uneasy he has been these years.
Perhaps he's worried that someone would come and take his life every hour of every day.
I silently stand aside and watch Frances shoot.
I don't know much about this, but I can still tell that he has great shooting skills.
However, my heart trembles every time he shoots.
Frances stops and turns to look at me. "Are you scared? Are you scared of the sound of gunshots, or are you afraid that you will
be in danger to stay with me?" Frances says.
"I'm not afraid." I say firmly, looking into his eyes.
Since I choose to stay with him, I won't be afraid anymore.
To prove that I'm not afraid, I stretch out and say, "Why don't you let me have a try?"
"Why are you practicing shooting? Do you really think it's funny?" He rolls his eyes at me and says unhappily.

"Anyway, you said that it doesn't matter if I learn more. Maybe one day, I can protect myself!"
Frances ponders for a moment, and finally nods in agreement.
He stands behind me and teaches me how to shoot.
However, if I know what would happen in the future, I would never have chosen to touch guns in my entire life.