The rain grew heavier, but everyone was silent so as not to disturb the memorial service.
A long time passed. Half of Lian Jing's body was completely drenched. The coat that he used to shelter them started to drip, and the raindrops fell into Shen Yin's collar. The cold broke her trance.
She looked at Lian Jing apologetically. "I'm sorry. I took too long and caused you to get drenched in the rain."
"There's no need to say such things." Lian Jing smiled to show that it did not matter. He continued to stand behind Shen Yin like a sheltering bulwark. He stopped smiling and said seriously, "Do you have anything you want say to your Grandpa?"
Shen Yin was surprised. She had not expected him to ask her such a question. Looking at this man's drenched clothes, she smiled and shook her head. "I've said everything that I wanted to say. Let's go home."
