What was initially a beautiful clear day, Bo Youlin had only been kneeling for a short while when the sky suddenly brought forth a swath of dark clouds, and a steady drizzle began to fall.
Lin Shuangshuang shivered and hurriedly went to pull Bo Youlin up: "Youlin, come on, get in the car, it's starting to rain."
"Mom, you get in the car. I'll stay here and kneel. I want Grandpa to understand my heart," Bo Youlin also shivered, but he endured it.
Young Master Bo glanced over, and although there was reluctance in his eyes, thinking of the things Bo Youlin had done, he said nothing and turned to get into the car.
Lin Shuangshuang tried to persuade him for a while but couldn't move him, so she had no choice but to get back into the car.
The winter rain was cold and piercing to the bone.
