I'm a very perceptive maid.
The young master bought me, and I served him diligently.
Later, the young master went blind. He kept asking if I was going to leave, and I patiently told him again and again that I wouldn't.
The young master's sleeve was torn, so I knelt before him to sew it. His breathing grew ragged. Perhaps he was ashamed of wearing torn clothes.
The young master was about to rebuild the family business, and I became his eyes. He wore a complicated expression. Perhaps he was embarrassed to have a maid show him the way.
The young master was rich and successful once more. He pulled me into his sedan chair and asked me solemnly what I felt for him.
I'm a very perceptive maid.
I shouted, "This servant swears to follow the young master to the death!"
Theme: There is always light ahead.
