Xylia Xandrell returned and booked her ticket back to Hyattville City.
Eight o'clock tomorrow morning.
Moreover, her things were already mostly packed.
Although Lily Johnson was quite forceful, if Xylia were to be serious, she could speak with considerable authority as well.
Like now, even though Lily didn't want to leave, she didn't dare to say anything.
Because of the fifty million, at this moment, she felt guilty and dared not speak of other things.
In the cramped room, Xylia looked at the already tidied place, except for the quilt on the bed that hadn't been put away.
And the two boxes on the floor; everything else was just like it was when she had just moved in.
Xylia sat on the hardboard bed, her gaze swept over this cold, shabby little room, and her lips formed a bitter curve.
Tomorrow, she would leave here.
And the man she had waited for eight years, was after all just a dream.
