With the arrival of summer, the weather in Paris gradually began to change unpredictably. Just an hour ago, it was still sunny, and an hour later, the sky turned overcast and it started to rain.
The patter of the rain drove away the stifling heat that had lingered over Paris for half the day, bringing a refreshing coolness. Under the continuous wash of the rain, the concrete roads of Paris, which had accumulated dust for a long time, instantly looked renewed.
At this moment, Jerome Bonaparte, who was focused on his office work in the study, also heard the ticking sound coming from the window. He put down his pen, raised his head to look at the window, then went straight to it, opened the tightly closed window, and reached out to feel the raindrops outside.
Before long, the rain had wetted Jerome Bonaparte's palm, and a small pool of rainwater had accumulated in his hand.
