It was only at around 10 p.m. that a maid came and let her out.
"I'm sorry, Young Lady Wushuang," the maid said apologetically as she helped the girl out of the closet. "The Madam-"
Little Fan Wushuang raised a hand and stopped her from speaking. She leaned on the maid with her eyes closed as she tried to regain her balance. Having spent so many hours in the closet, her legs felt wobbly and she felt as if there were a thousand ants crawling up her legs at the moment.
It was so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry out. Back when her parents were alive, whenever she felt this way after sitting for a long period of time, her father or her mother would console her and helped to massage her legs to get rid of the feeling.
But now, she knew that even if she were to cry her eyes out, no one would do the same for her. Hence, she merely dealt with the pain like everyone else now... by waiting for the pain to pass by itself.
