Under the warm light of the kitchen, there was a figure in a white long dress and apron, bustling around.
In those seasoned eyes, there was a glint.
The scenes before him... all so familiar, all so nostalgic.
Making him remember the times Amber lived here...
This feeling is quite magical.
Over all these years, only she could make him feel traces of Amber's existence.
This was something he had trained and cultivated Autumn Duval to achieve, but failed to!
Back then, upon discovering that Autumn Duval, who was only sixteen, bore a sixty to seventy percent resemblance to Amber, he continuously trained and molded her in Amber's direction.
Unfortunately... even after all the effort he put in, there was nothing similar to Amber on her except for that face.
But this daughter-in-law whom he has never met, instead... has traces of Amber everywhere in her...
This feeling makes him both happy and... slightly uneasy.
...
After a long while...
