She is depressed

At exactly six in the morning, Jas had already packed both his and Yoori's bags. He was yet to tell her about their emergency trip. It wasn't a must for him to travel with her back home, but he was doing it for his father. He had badly wanted to meet the girl who had managed to steal his son's stone heart and melted it with so much love.

Never had he ever imagined that one day his son would call him up gushing about a girl he had won over. Among his three sons, Jas was the quetist. He never talked much and did not like interacting with people. There was a time he suspected him to be gay. There was not even a single time that a lady could pass by, and he stayed without rolling his eyes or wrinkling his pointed nose with disgust.

Although his son was already mature, he prayed day by day to the great one to let him live longer so that he could take care of him. He was his lastborn, and he wouldn't let anyone harm him. He was used to taking care of and protecting him.

When he finally he