The Third Master's gaze fell upon Aunt Weng, time had treated her gently, her countenance remained beautiful, and when those eyes looked at him, they still shone with light.
But now, the Third Master was burdened with too much, and could no longer afford to be reckless for that affection as he had been in his youth.
"Third Master, what's the matter?" Aunt Weng had never seen such a heavy expression on the Third Master's face, not even when she had been sent to the manor twice before.
Her heart grew more and more uneasy; she wanted to draw closer to him to dispel this uneasiness.
However, as she took a step forward, she saw the Third Master retreat a step instantaneously.
Aunt Weng was stunned. What did this mean?
The rosy complexion on her face suddenly turned pale, and her eyes, full of gentle ripples, seemed unable to hold back a layer of moisture that rose to the surface.
