The maid stood up. There was a glint of sympathy in her eyes. However, it quickly vanished as a look of contempt replaced it. It was a look solely reserved for a person who had caused her own sister's death. No matter how kind she was, if it wasn't for her, their master would have not turned into an unpredictable, moody person like he was now.
The door loudly closed with a bang. Xia Ruoxin lowered her head. A fog had gathered in her eyes. He could really find ways and means to humiliate her every minute.
Dressed in a maid's attire, she was a maid in status. She might have married him, but this was his warning to her that she would never be his wife. To him, she was only a servant.
With trembling hands, she took the clothes from the bed and wore it. Her quiet and exquisite face would never find happiness again. Maybe she never had happiness to begin with!
