Jian Luo turned his head with difficulty, his eyes met with a pair of deep blue ones. The man's haggard handsome face surprised him for a moment.
His hair was a mess, a bluish stubble shone on his face, his eyes were bloodshot and his dark circles were practically as pronounced as a panda's.
Why did he look so disheveled?
"Luo Xiaobai, are you not feeling well?"
Seeing him remain silent, the excitement on Black Jack's face faded away, his eyes anxiously fixed on him.
"Hold on, I'll go find Bai Jue."
"Black Jack!" Jian Luo struggled to raise his hand, grabbing at his wrist.
His voice was faint, but it made Black Jack's eyes well up with tears.
Hearing him call his name felt so incredibly good.
He turned to him and gripped his hand. He opened his mouth to speak, but found himself at a loss for words.
"I'm, I'm alright."
From his expression alone, Jian Luo knew what he was thinking, and he tried to reassure him in his hoarse voice.
