"Madam, the rain continues to intensify. It is best you return inside." the housekeeper urged.
Granny Drake sighed heavily, and as she was about to turn around, she spotted someone approaching slowly under an umbrella. Instinctively, her brows furrowed as she stared in that direction.
The rain screen appeared like scattered gems, casting the silhouette of the figure in a fuzzy haze, making it difficult to determine who it was.
Granny Drake's eyes suddenly contracted, and her withered hand subconsciously gripped the door frame.
Even before she could see the face clearly, an intensely familiar feeling washed over her. As if... as if...
"Madam, is everything alright?" The housekeeper looked at the approaching figure, assuming it was another troublemaker.
As the person came closer, the umbrella was lifted to reveal the man standing at the bottom of the stairs, slowly raising his head.
The housekeeper cried out in disbelief, "Third master."
