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choice but to leave you back then. Please don't be like this" Han Bi approached Ye Feimo, timidly reaching out to grasp his hand.Back when he was a teenager, Fei Mo would do as he pleased, though cold...811

The beach barbecue went on until two in the morning. Mo Baixue lay outside gazing at the stars, playing with his phone. This new phone had been delivered and had the same number as before; all his information was intact. Apart from some details, it was basically identical to his old one. He had held the phone for an hour without saying a word since he came back. Mo Yao asked if there was something bothering him, but Baixue shook his head, seemingly deep in thought as he stared at his phone before glancing at Mo Yao and then looking away.

"Brother, you should go to sleep first," said Mo Baixue.

Mo Yao watched his back disappear into the house and nodded, going inside to rest. With the house now unlocked, Baixue searched for his contact list on the phone, hesitating over Ji Bing's name for a long time... Should he call Ji Bing Mo Yao had said that he was sick and didn't know anything, so there was no need to think too much about it. When he was completely well and fully conscious, he could figure out what he wanted.

Baixue thought to himself, What is unclear in my mind now Where am I not being rational This was his clearest state of mind; how could he fail to understand what he wants It's impossible... He had already figured out what he wanted long ago.

But how should he say it

Baixue glanced at Mo Yao in the inner room. He was using his own computer and seemed very focused. Whatever he did, he always put all his attention into it. Baixue felt uneasy; this uncontrolled pampering of him could go to what extent Would it be okay for him to see him get married

He clenched the phone tightly...

Mos Yao occasionally looked out at Bai, but he remained still. How long did he intend to sit there

It was already four in the morning and Mo Baixue had not gone to sleep yet. Mo Yao had turned off his computer and fallen asleep long ago; only upon hearing some noise did he wake up and see Mo Bai still outside. He got out of bed, "Come inside to sleep."

"I'm not sleepy," replied Mo Bai without raising his head.

Mo Yao frowned unhappily, "Bai, it's cold at night; this is no joke. Whether you're in here or outside, your thoughts are the same."

Mos Bai thought about it and entered with Mos Yao, flinging off his clothes and getting into bed. He held his phone but didn't play games nor make calls, as if the phone was some kind of treasure.

Mo Yao asked, "Who do you want to call"

"You!

Moyao chuckled and said, "I'm right here. Why are you calling me"

"Can't I call when the person is present" asked Moyanbai in return. Even though Moyao knew he was rambling nonsense, he didn’t join in the chaos. Instead, he lay down to sleep; his nighttime sleep was scarce, and he was extremely tired. However, Moyanbai couldn’t fall asleep even while lying down. He placed his phone aside and hugged Moyao tightly, holding him close. Moyao’s eyes opened briefly but he remained silent before continuing to sleep. As Moyanbai inhaled the familiar scent of Moyao, a warm sense of happiness welled up inside him.

At least, there were times when Moyanbai felt like he was still a cherished treasure.

Moyanbai didn’t sleep at all that night. The next morning, Moyao mentally prepared himself to face an entirely different happy Moyanbai. However, upon opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Moyanbai’s bright and clear eyes.

His eyes were extremely moist, with a hazy look about them.

Moyanbai pursed his lips and called out, "Good morning, brother."

"You...," Moyao was slightly startled but quickly regained composure. He was delighted; this had never happened before – Moyanbai actually greeting him in the mornings without sleeping at all, "Did you not sleep"

"Isn’t that great" asked Moyanbai in return.

Moyao nodded; indeed, it was great. At least to him, it was excellent. Despite Moyanbai’s repeated changes and the inexplicable events happening on his body, Moyao didn’t attempt to explain how he had become this way. He calmly faced all aspects of Moyanbai naturally.

Ultimately, they were still his Moyanbai.

The two got up, washed up, and Moyanbai accompanied him downstairs for breakfast. After eating, Moyao took Moyanbai to continue their regular training regimen. Ye Wei and Eleven exchanged puzzled glances, both unable to understand the situation. Baine merely shrugged and didn’t provide an explanation.

For a second time, Bai Liu waited on their path during training; he was returning to Washington and came specifically to bid farewell to Moyao. Moyao hadn’t expected him to stay in Riyadh for so long. He wasn’t aware of what Ye Wei and Eleven had done regarding Bai Liu; Moyao still regarded him as a friend while Bai Liu understood that they would never be overly close friends due to their differing stances and moral views, inevitably taking separate paths.

Moyanbai squinted his eyes as he watched Bai Liu approach. The man always appeared so clean and pristine, seemingly untouched by anything bloody; this differed greatly from Moyanbai’s impression of counter-terrorism agents. He watched expressionless as Bai Liu conversed with Moyao; a faint smile played on his lips, as light and carefree as the breeze and clouds, seemingly in complete control of everything including his emotions, letting go without any reservations.

Moyanbai wasn’t a man who would simply let bygones be bygones if you made him uncomfortable. Recalling his experiences in prison, Moyanbai couldn’t convince himself to forgive Bai Liu so easily, no matter what Ye Wei and Eleven had done to him already.

But when he saw Mo Yao talking to Bai Liu without any reservations, he began hesitating again. If he really wanted to take revenge on Bai Liu, all he needed to do was tell Mo Yao that he had seen this man before losing consciousness. Then Mo Yao wouldn’t be able to forgive Bai Liu. Mo Yao knew Bai Liu’s identity and vaguely understood that his kidnapping might have something to do with Bai Liu, but he didn’t know exactly what Bai Liu did. If he had known from the beginning that it was all part of Bai Liu's scheme, would he still be able to talk so freely

Could he really be so open towards a man who had hurt him before This was clearly impossible. For Mo Yao’s sake, his personality made revenge difficult; the best form of revenge would be Mo Yao’s coldness and rejection.

Moxiaobai watched them both and felt extremely impulsive to tell Mo Yao that it was because of Bai Liu: he had heard from Bai Liu's subordinates before losing consciousness that his car had been tampered with. Because he loved this car so much and enjoyed driving fast, making the modifications would be easy. Otherwise, even if he got angry again, an accident wouldn’t happen, and without an accident, they couldn't hurt him. Moxiaobai couldn’t forgive Bai Liu and also couldn’t accept that Mo Yao could talk so freely with him.

But did he really want Mo Yao to take revenge on Bai Liu The answer was very clear: no, because taking revenge on Bai Liu would mean Mo Yao wouldn't forget about the man who had once shared his life. He didn’t want Mo Yao to remember Bai Liu and hoped that he could just slowly forget him.

The most important reason for this was that Mo Yao had no other friends apart from them since childhood, so there were no close friends for him besides them. No matter how much Bai Liu might have hurt him, he would never harm Mo Yao and could make Mo Yao relax.

Every dagger aimed at an enemy's heart wounds the thrower too; he didn’t want Mo Yao to suffer pain or take revenge on Bai Liu.

If not for this reason, he would have already snapped long ago.

In the past, when he had no regard for others' feelings, how could he let Bai Liu get away with it easily He never considered what Mo Yao might think, but now he couldn't ignore Mo Yao’s feelings to take revenge on Bai Liu.

Bai Liu clearly felt Moxiaobai's hostility and was puzzled. The last time they met, Xiaobai still had a carefree smile, so why did his expression change this time Did his condition improve

Mo Yao didn’t want Moxiaobai to face Bai Liu at this moment; he also wanted to get rid of Bai Liu quickly because Xiaobai remembered everything. When the three of them were together, it was easy for him to recall that he had hit Xiaobai once over Bai Liu. He wondered what feelings Xiaobai must be harboring behind his back.

Bai Liu asked, "Has he recovered his memory"

Mo Yao nodded. "Yes."

He felt that Bai Liu seemed taller and thinner this time, but his temperament hadn’t changed much; the person was still the same too. However, Mo Yao felt it had nothing to do with him and didn't ask why.

Bai Liu glanced at Xiaobai again and smiled faintly. "Now that he’s better, I feel more at ease. I wish you well."

"Thank you." Mo Yao said. Bai Liu asked, "Mo Yao, honestly answer me one question: Have you ever hated me"

Mo Yao thought seriously about the question and shook his head slightly. When Bai Liu asked why, Mo Yao replied, "It's unnecessary."

The simple sentence cut through all of Bai Liu’s previous fantasies. He waved casually before getting into the car and left with a smile. Mo Yao turned around to see Mo Xiaobai standing behind him expressionlessly; sunlight cast a thin layer of light on his face. As Mo Yao walked over, Mo Xiaobai turned his head and said, "Let's continue."

With that, he took the lead and started running again. Mo Yao caught up with him. After carrying a thirty-pound backpack for five kilometers, Mo Xiaobai slowed down to jog and catch his breath. Mo Yao said, "Don't think too much; he came here just to say goodbye."

Mo Xiaobai pursed his lips and asked, "What did I need to think about"

Mo Yao replied, "If you didn’t think anything, that’s best."

A smile appeared on Mo Xiaobai's face. He draped an arm around Mo Yao's neck, winked seductively at him, and patted his chest saying, "You seem to be very careful with me; I'm not a woman."

"No matter how you look at it, you're still not a woman."

Mo Xiaobai said, "If that's the case, there’s no need for such caution." Mo Yao frowned and replied, “There isn’t.”

The smile on Mo Xiaobai’s face dimmed, and he said, "Forget it; if you say there is nothing, then there is nothing."

Mo Yao wanted to say something more, but by the time he could think of what to say, Mo Xiaobai had already slung his thirty-pound backpack over his shoulders and was slowly jogging back along a small path. No matter how much Mo Yao wished to speak, Mo Xiaobai did not give him an opportunity.

When they were on their way back, he ran faster. When resting in the garden, he took out his phone and dialed a number that had been in his mind since last night. On the other end, Ji Bing’s voice filled with joy could be heard.

Meng Xiaobai looked up at the endless blue sky and softly said, "Ji Bing, let's break up."hing either, they would be under pressure too. So when they finally caught a clue, they didn’t want to let go.Even if this was just an inference of theirs and had no supporting evidence, they still wo...