Who Is Auntie?

Ma Min's face twisted in a way that Feng Xuan could not determine the emotion behind it. "I said that?" she whispered.

Feng Xuan nodded her head. "What do you mean by it?"

"Oh no," Ma Min groaned and covered her face.

She was thinking, this is it. I'm going to find the answers from her. Her tongue slipped. I'm final—

"I'm sorry," Ma Min said with a painful look. Regret was evident in her eyes. "I shouldn't have said that. It was so insensitive."

"What?"

"I shouldn't have said that," she repeated. "Your mother is gone and I said something so heartless. Gosh, I don't know what's wrong with me when I drink!" she ran a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry, Xuan. I'm sure you thought a lot about it last night."

"So you don't know anything about my mother?"

"No. Not at all."

"Then what's the secret? What is it that you know about me?"