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He turned around and calmly held Mo Yuan's hand. He quietly pulled it away and pursed his lips, afraid that the opening of his mouth would reveal the depression in his heart. Closing his eyes, Cheng Liang's eyes stared at the purple eyes and smiled, "Mo Yuan, I don't like you."

Simple, clear, concise, without any procrastination, even disdainful of thinking.

Despite knowing the result