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 whether I was going to leave. I was very patient, so I told him again and again that I wouldn't.
The young master's sleeve was torn, so I knelt before him and sewed it up. His breathing grew hurried. Perhaps he thought wearing torn clothes was humiliating.
The young master wanted to rebuild the family business, so I became his eyes. His expression was complicated. Perhaps he thought it was embarrassing to have a maid guide him.
The young master became rich and powerful again. He used my hand to touch his face, then asked me seriously what kind of feelings I had for him.
I'm a very perceptive maid.
I pulled my hand back and said loudly, "I swear to follow the young master to my dying breath!"
Theme: There is always light ahead
