He Xiyan lived in the castle for one night but did not fall asleep. After a simple shower, she walked out of the room, her eyes swollen. She pulled the suitcase out, which was not big but appeared quite heavy, even making a loud noise against the floor.
It was simply six in the early morning and dawn just broke. Except for two security guards and two cooks, all the servants in the castle had not yet gotten up.
They stood in the corner of the hall, pointing at He Xiyan and chitchatting in a low voice.
However, no one went up. They certainly knew what happened yesterday but pretended that they knew nothing.
He Xiyan dragged the suitcase to the gate, and this time, Little Wang, the guard, did not stop her. So she went straight out of the castle where she had lived for more than one year.
