Widowed after the war,you ended up relaying on your father Zhou Wangsun, a wealthy iron manufacturer, so you started staying with him

One cold afternoon in the garden, as you wept you see a figure of a man— perhaps your father's worker, peeks behind the bamboo groves

"Are...are you alright?" He asks reluctantly, his hair tied in a bun, wearing a rust-stained and loose fitting clothes.he steps out and emerges from the groves, looking at you with concern