★—(Meng Ya POV!)

☁︎—It was cloudy, way too cloudy. And during this weather, Meng Tian has finally convinced his stubborn son back home.

☁︎—Hours past and it was getting no better, small roars of thunder could be heard, and Meng Ya was still playing outside. It quite pissed Meng Tian off, as he had been trying to speak to Meng Ya to go back inside. But yes! He was stubborn.

☔︎—Suddenly, little raindrops hit, and Meng Tian inside the building's first instinct was to check out the window.

"Damn child.."

Meng Tian muttered a word under his heavy sigh, shaking his head in disappointment.

𓁹—Meng Tian peeks out the clear but foggy windows, checking to see if something happened. He kept his hands clasped behind his back, his stare heavy no matter how far he was.