Jian Dan let out a sigh of relief, got up and scurried like a little rabbit. Bo Qin called her back, "Jianjian."
Jian Dan was taken aback and stopped in her tracks. After hesitating for a moment, she turned around, her big eyes looking at Bo Qin, "Uncle Qin."
Bo Qin sighed, not knowing why she was so afraid of him, "Jianjian, I am your family, and you have the right to make demands on me. If what I said earlier about getting married makes you unhappy, you can tell me."
Jian Dan hadn't expected Bo Qin to say something like that. She quickly shook her head, then nodded. She despised herself inwardly. What right did she have to demand that Uncle Qin shouldn't do this or that?
Her head hung low, her voice barely audible even to herself, "Uncle Qin, it's okay for you to get married; you don't have to worry about me—I've grown up."
With every word, she felt unbearably miserable.
