Ou Manhui heard what Old Master Ou said, and her body trembled slightly with stiffness.
Father seldom shows his emotions like this; it must be because of revisiting a familiar place, evoking feelings from the past.
When faced with Mother, Father always seemed like a poet.
Only when speaking of Mother did he become like a poet.
"Cough, cough..." Old Master Ou began to cough.
"The wind and snow are strong outside, Dad, why don't you go inside and rest?" Ou Manhui said.
Old Master Ou nodded, no longer refusing, but his gaze lingered long on the snowflakes in the sky, his eyes becoming wet.
Ou Manhui led Old Master Ou to the room to rest. After leaving, she found the butler waiting outside for her.
"Miss."
"Is there something wrong?" Ou Manhui blinked, trying to dispel some fatigue.
"This is something the young master asked me to give to you. I think it might be something important," the butler said, handing a recording to Ou Manhui.
Ou Manhui did not take it.
