Feng Yun tried to pull her hand back, but Ao Qi held on tightly.
"Xiaoqi."
Her gaze was sharp, a cold warning in her voice.
"Be mindful of your place. I am your aunt by marriage."
Ao Qi's eyes were bloodshot as if he hadn't heard her,
"But do you have uncle in your heart? You never did, right?"
Feng Yun didn't know what to say.
"That is between your uncle and me. Besides, who told you that I do not have your uncle in my heart?"
"You just don't. I can see it. Your heart is empty." Ao Qi's hands drooped, as he stubbornly stared at her. His voice contained a coldness Feng Yun had never encountered before, like frosty daggers piercing towards her.
"My uncle doesn't have you in his heart, either. Both of you, heartless people, never took that wedding seriously."
Feng Yun's complexion changed slightly, and she remained silent.
"I'm sorry." Ao Qi lowered his head, suddenly feeling ashamed.