"Luoluo, is something wrong?" The old man Jian seemed to sense his unease and asked gently.
His attachment to Black Jack was so deep, how could he suddenly give it up?
Had they had a falling out?
He looked at Uncle Qin, who also shook his head, a puzzled look on his face.
Jian Luo's hand, hidden in his pocket, clenched tightly. He calmly replied, "It's nothing, I just suddenly realized that none of you can accept me being with Black Jack, so it's better to give up sooner rather than later."
"Luoluo, Grandpa doesn't mean to pressure you, we just..." The old man Jian wrinkled his brow, his expression somewhat helpless.
"Grandpa, you don't have to say anything, I know you all mean well for me. Instead of us all suffering, it's better to end it all soon." Jian Luo forced a smile onto his lips.
"Luoluo, are you serious? You really want to give up Black Jack?" The old man Jian looked at him probing, asking.
"Hmm." Jian Luo nodded with difficulty, "I've made up my mind."
