The rain poured heavily, the cold biting through to the bone.
Yun Wenxuan sat on the ground, his eyes bloodshot and filled with despair. As he looked up, he saw his grandfather, Yun Yunyang, approaching with an oiled paper umbrella in hand. His voice choked with emotion as he called out, "Grandfather…"
"The family will avenge Yantian's death," Yun Yunyang said, crouching beside his grandson. He held the umbrella over the boy, shielding him from the rain, his expression grim and determined.
"Once we uncover the culprits, they will be torn to pieces.
"No matter who they are, the Yun family will settle this debt personally!"
Anger roiled within him, threatening to overflow. If he failed to find those responsible, he would be letting down his brother, Moxue, Wenzhan, and the entire clan.
"Grandfather… the Su family!"
Hearing Yun Yunyang's vow, Yun Wenxuan forced himself to stop sobbing. His voice turned sharp and resolute.
