Master, you are finally back. "
A rickety figure walked out of the door. It was Uncle Fu, the old butler. The wrinkles on his face were deeper than three years ago, and his eyes were cloudy as if covered with a layer of gray.
"Uncle Fu, father..." My voice was stuck in my throat.
"The master left very suddenly. "Uncle Fu took my luggage and said in a low voice, "It was fine the night before yesterday, but the next morning..." He shook his head and didn't say any more.
