Feng Yun's heart jolted, but she said nothing.
Ao Qi slowly turned his face to look at Pei Jue.
When he was hiding in the mountains as an ambush soldier, he had heard about Pei Jue's grand wedding in Bingzhou City.
But at that time, he simply thought it was an uncle's ploy to lure Xiao San into a trap; the emotional impact wasn't as intense as being reminded face-to-face to call the woman "auntie."
Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent.
At least in Ao Qi's ears, there was no sound.
He didn't call her "auntie." He couldn't bring himself to do it; it was as if his throat was clogged, and suddenly his eyes became moist.
The dreams of a young man shattered unexpectedly, and he didn't even have time to properly tell the girl about the shyness of his feelings that he dared not show; the person in his dreams had become "auntie..."
"It's getting late," Pei Jue, with an indifferent face, turned his head and ordered the people accompanying him, "Board the ship."
"Understood!"