Zhai Kuijun looked a little lost. He continued to stare at his son with a blank expression before he asked, "You remember her?"
Zhai Yanjun nodded, "I never forgot."
"But you said you didn't remember..." Zhai Kuijun didn't continue as everything became clear to him. From the moment, his son started changing, he had stopped talking about his Aunt Yue Yue, and whenever someone even asked, he'd say he didn't remember her. But it seemed he never forgot.
Even as a kid, he knew he had to protect himself, and to protect himself from his mother, he chose to lie and pretend that the Aunt whom he loved so much wasn't even in his memory anymore. In fact, most people even thought that Zhai Yanjun had no memories of his early childhood at all.
"Do you blame me for lying?" asked Zhai Yanjun.
Zhai Kuijun shook his head, "Not at all. Why would I blame you? I don't think even Little Yue would have blamed you if she was to know about it."
