Back in her room, she tossed whatever was in her hand onto the nearby chair and threw herself onto the bed, curling up with her knees drawn to her chest as a mist began to slowly rise in the depths of her eyes.
She knew she should be strong, yet her heart still ached.
Xiaoxi, I feel like the state you described is so far away from me.
...
The next morning, as the first ray of dawn light fell upon her bedside, Yang Xiaoxin had already dressed and, taking her backpack, walked out the door.
"Miss, breakfast is ready," said the passing maid respectfully upon seeing Yang Xiaoxin.
As the people of the Yang Family did not wake up at the same time in the morning, breakfast was available throughout the early hours.
"Alright, thank you," Yang Xiaoxin said faintly with a nod and turned to head downstairs.
