"But, we can't let young Master Black Jack keep standing in the rain." Qin Bo said, worried.
It was still winter, even the sturdiest body wouldn't be able to endure this rain.
Old man Jian said, "Let him be. Even if we tried to persuade him, it would be useless."
In the bedroom, Jian Luo listened to the sound of rain outside, each ripple seemed to strike his heart.
Hearing Black Jack's voice gradually fade, Jian Luo bit his lip hard, stood up, stumbled a few steps, and walked out through the French windows.
His eyes looking down, the scene before him sent sudden tears spilling from beneath his lashes.
This idiot!
Why did he have to come, making it more difficult for him to let go.
In such heavy rain, isn't he afraid of getting sick?
Black Jack saw the push of the French windows, then a familiar figure emerged, his eyes lit up.
"Jian Luo!"
Hearing his voice become hoarse, Jian Luo's heart ached.
He couldn't soften, he couldn't.
Hold on a bit longer, Jian Luo!
