Anning followed Han Luo and the other guards out of the chamber the moment they finished speaking, her footsteps were quiet against the floors.
She kept her gaze lowered, her eyes tracing the patterns of the polished floors. Han Luo's words still echoed in her head, 'That's the problem.'
What did he mean by that?
Anning didn't need anyone to care for her or protect her. She hated the idea of being someone's burden. Even if, deep down, she already was.
The group moved through the busy halls of the residence. The guards discussed amongst themselves in hushed voices, sharing inside jokes and talking about their shifts.
Even the maids and servants that passed by in small clusters, had their heads bent together as they gossiped. Everyone belonged somehow. They all had their own place.
Everyone, except her.
Anning's lips pressed into a thin line. She was the odd one out...she had silver hair, had a slight accent, a constant reminder that she didn't fit here.
