A scantily clad young boy sat on the roof, holding a flask of liquor in his hand and taking sips from time to time, sighing heavily.,I blame myself for not discovering the second young master's whereabouts in time. The maid cried so sadly, her tears were like pear blossoms in the rain.,The boy on the rooftop, however, remained unmoved, with his head tilted back as if lost in thought.。