I didn't see the young master answer for a long time. I raised my head and saw that he was standing in front of the window looking out. The sunlight came in, blurring the outline of his clothes and hurting my eyes slightly. As I gradually adapted to the light, his back became clearer. The black gown is worn on the body, slender and straight, except for the shoulders, which still look like a boy's, not wide, and appear a little thin. Only then will I remember that the young master is just a child.