However, Mo Ziqi did not feel any pity, because he had never truly looked at her. Even if he had, for someone who holds no place in his heart, he would never feel pity.
When he saw her walking toward him from across the way, Mo Ziqi stopped in his tracks, stepped aside, and clasped his hands in courtesy, waiting for her to pass first.
Nangong Yu walked to Mo Ziqi's side, cast him a sorrowful glance, and said, "Congratulations, Cousin, on your joyous marriage. Cousin has fulfilled his wish and married the woman he loves. Truly, what a cause for celebration!"
Mo Ziqi lowered his gaze and replied without any warmth, "Thank you, Princess. Fei'er and I will surely be happy."
Nangong Yu forced a smile and responded, "Indeed, Cousin and Second Miss Mu are a perfect match—talented and beautiful, deeply in love. How could you possibly not be happy?"
Mo Ziqi said nothing, nor did he look at her. He simply raised his crossed arms slightly, signaling her to go first.
