The residence of the trio barely managed a hint of warmth, as the sunlight shone through the windows. Considering that this residence was the most remote and ruined one in the courtyard, wind and rain often leaked through the roof throughout the year. Field mice often scampered about. The blankets that were originally sent by the manor were already very thin. Moreover, most of them had been gnawed by the mice to the extent of being unusable. Nam Seok sighed, unable to stop herself from turning her head to look at Jungkook, who was sitting on the bed with a blanket wrapped around him looking so fragile and innocent as he has a pout on his face...Jungkook leaned on a roughly-sewn brown pillow with a blanket covering his shoulders slightly , lost in thought. It had been four years since he had been sent to this residence. With the Song Lan family depriving him of basic clothing and food, he had reached maturity much later than the others. His hair was dry and showed a yellowing tint. At this moment, the sunlight filtered through the window, onto his long hair behind, giving them a hint of shifting glow. His lips appeared to have a healthier color than usual, making it attractive....his facial features to appear delicate and proper. As he sat silently, he was notably quieter than in the past, almost as if he had turned into a completely unfamiliar person...Nam Seok stood at a distance admiring Jungkook. Jungkook had changed so much, and as his personal maids, it was even more surprising to the both of them. Since sent into the residence four years ago, Jungkook often wept, as the Song Lan family knowingly made things difficult for him. Gradually, he did not have the will to cry any longer and merely accepted their treatment quietly. With sadness killing his heart, he became even more timid. But yesterday, his expression and manners seemed as if he was a whole new person...Regardless of the change, Jungkook was still their master. Perhaps, it was a blessing that Jungkook’s current attitude was completely different from the past. Just as Nam Seok was lost in thought, Shi Zhang walked in carrying a package wrapped in oil paper...