Under the eaves of the Black family, Mary Kinson stood upright and looked at the street scene constantly washed by the rain. The street lamps nearby were shining and lax, like orange snowflakes drifting in the heavy rain.

Remembering the feeling that her daughter was leaning against her daughter in her previous life, she lowered her eyes and knocked at the door.

Soon someone stepped on the water stain and opened the door. Seeing that it was the fiancee of the seventh master, the housekeeper's eyes, which were as deep as the deep pool, suddenly lit up, and then welcomed her into the yard with a big black umbrella.

Mary...