Outside, the sky was dark and angry. The rain was hard and very unrelenting coming down in copious amounts. The trees shook and shivered from the continuous onslaught of the winds. Every few minutes, patterns would appear in the sky from the lightning shining bright, followed suit by the thunder making loud booming and deafening sounds, as if reading the pattern diligently left behind by the lightning like a music chart.

Inside a small dainty house, the living room was illuminated by small but brilliant lamp and the glow of a muted television.

A loud thunderclap was heard before Yifan was closely holding a bundle once again in his arms.