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"But they both don't like me," said Zhai Kuijun.

Yue Yue brought him to sit in the sunroom and shook his head when she heard his words. She still used Mu Chenyan's phone to let him know, 'Yin Jie never disliked you. And neither does Chenyan.'

"No, Qian Yin only thought I was blind," said Zhai Kuijun. "And she was right."

'You shouldn't take Yin Jie's words to heart.' She thought for a moment before typing, 'As for Chenyan, she is a little too protective towards people she cares about. She seems to hate tears. So, she gets agitated to see me cry.'

Zhai Kuijun looked at Yue Yue and said, "You don't have to tell me how Mu Chenyan is. I have an idea about how she is. After all, even if we weren't close, I've known her since she was kid because of my father's friendship with Uncle Yu." He took a pause and added, "Why don't you talk about yourself? Was it fun playing this hide and seek that lasted for over two decades?"