"Uh... Yin Hun the Nineteenth... it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that she doesn't want to see you!" Long Linger shrugged her shoulders, her words evasive, seemingly an answer that took a long time to come up with.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth was slightly taken aback, his face showing pain, and after a long time, he suddenly realized, his eyes sorrowful: "Since she doesn't know if I'm alive, how could she not see me?"
Long Linger pretended to be surprised and chuckled awkwardly, "Oh dear, why are you exposing me! Honestly!"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I really want to see her. Long Linger, you know how important she is to me; during the time I was blind, I wondered every day what she looked like, and now I'm finally better! I want to see her face now..."
