Steward Lu hurriedly helped He Xiyan up, and then helped her into the bedroom. Then he called the maid and brought him a glass of milk.

Looking at it like this, I haven't eaten much lately, and I haven't rested well, so I'm dizzy.

"Ma'am, take a good rest. Don't be sad and sad anymore. Steward Lu persuaded.

And he still called out to the lady, even though he knew that she was no longer the mistress of the castle.

However, he is good at doing superficial work, and he has always maintained it very well.

He Xiyan leaned back on the sofa, and after drinking milk and resting for about half an hour, she finally stopped being dizzy and regained her energy.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, but she knew that from the moment she signed it, the castle was no longer her home. She doesn't belong here anymore either.

Nothing here has to do with her in the future.

She stood up and looked at the bedroom where she had slept for more than a year, furnished as she wished, and every ornament she had chosen. This room can be said to be full of traces of her life. But from now on, she will never come back.

Life is so ridiculous. There are many, many memories of her here, some beautiful and some bitter, but this place has nothing to do with her in the future.

She walked over to the closet, pushed open the door, dragged a suitcase out of it, and opened it.

Began to pack some of the clothes she usually wore into the box. But even though it was a big box, she could only take a little bit of it with her.

She didn't take anything with her, just a few sets of clothes she was going to change into, relevant documents, and some things that she felt meant to her.

These included her laptop, a picture book, a photo album, and a New Year's gift from her sister.

As for the other things, she didn't want them, and she would buy clothes and daily necessities later, and she didn't plan to take them away.

After packing up, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

She looked at her phone, and there were several micro-messages on it.

A few of them were sent by Wu Xiaomin, and she asked herself what happened to her fate? Why haven't you talked much since you came back from the castle, and you've been crying all the time?

He Xiyan lost a few words, but she just asked Wu Xiaomin to take care of the child, as for why the child was like this, she didn't tell the truth, and she couldn't tell the truth.

I just hope that the child will forget what happened in the castle in a few days and be happy.

At this time, the phone rang twice.

Unexpectedly, it was Ye Hao who sent it, and the man who had been unwilling to answer her phone and reply to her messages for many days actually sent two messages at this time.

- I'm sorry last night, I'm sorry!

- I'll have the servants move my things, and you can continue to live in the castle.

Very simple messages, each less than twenty words.

He Xiyan closed his eyes after taking a look, and he also tried to hide the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

She thought her heart was numb with pain, but now it hurt like a knife.

She stroked her chest for a moment to recover.

Then the message sent by the man was deleted.

She clicked on the account again and hesitated whether to delete it, but after hesitating for a while, she still kept it.

She didn't reply to the message, though.