Bai Jue held the phone and talked to Jian Qing, occasionally glancing over at Jian Luo.
"Hmm, I understand, don't worry, Black Jack and I will watch over him tonight."
Perhaps tired from crying, Jian Luo dozed off in Black Jack's arms, and even in sleep, he still clutched Black Jack's hand tightly, as if afraid of being left behind.
"What did Jian Qing say?" Black Jack pulled the blanket over Jian Luo and then looked at Bai Jue, asking in a low voice.
Bai Jue sighed softly, "The day their mother was cremated, it was also raining, and that night the thunder was loud, so Jian Luo has been traumatized by it. Every time it rains, Jian Qing stays up all night to guard him."
Hearing this, Black Jack remained silent, looking down at the person who wouldn't let go of his hand.
Bai Jue sat down on the edge of the bed, "I think we should stay with him tonight." They wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully in their own rooms under these circumstances.
Black Jack nodded in agreement.
