Li Xin returned to her palace and looked at the familiar things around her. She couldn't help but burst into tears. She was about to leave again. Why did she always let herself go after she became completely familiar with it?
Leaving, and this time is completely different, being abandoned
"Your Majesty, please don't be like this." The little maids in the palace still wanted to see Li Xin very much. Seeing Li Xin crying like this, they were really at a loss.
This lady has no airs at all, and she treats them very well. They like this lady from the bottom of their hearts, and they feel sorry for her from the bottom of their hearts.
It is somewhat pity for a woman to be thrown away like a rag. No matter how high her status is, she is still not the same sad now.
"Don't call me empress, I'm not." Li Xin looked at these maids and couldn't help but laugh. Some of them are harmless to humans and animals. Perhaps only they would show such rare concern for themselves.
Empress, is really an ironic word, so ironic. Empress is just a concubine, a mistress who can be thrown away casually.
It's a shame that she had such hope for Xuanyuan Yi before, and that she had such trust in him. Now that I think about it, it's really funny.
Li Xin smiled at them and said no more. Seeing their sad faces, he didn't want to stay here and affect their mood, so he went into the inner hall alone to sort out his things.
Looking at familiar and unfamiliar things, her iPhone was out of battery, cameras, umbrellas, flashlights, lighters, and compasses. These things seemed to be from a previous life. Now they were placed in front of her. She was really suspicious of these things.
, where did she come from? She has only been here for two years. Why has she changed so much in two years? Whether it is personality or mentality, everything has changed.
She really hates herself for being like this. Why isn't she the carefree woman she was before? Why isn't she that open-minded woman who can let go of everything? Why isn't she the self-centered person she used to be?
In the past two years, all her edges and corners have been smoothed away. Now she is really just one of the 30 million women in ancient times, the most ordinary one.
I stood up and stood in front of the window, tears kept falling, and I couldn't see clearly what was in front of me. The winter was cold, could the warm spring be far behind?
But she will never see the spring here again. She has been packed up and sent away. She came in despair and left in despair.