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er pace. The man across the street also sped up his steps, and she tried to calm herself down.The locust trees were thickly planted, there were no streetlights, and work was being done on parts of the...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the CEO Vol. 2 Allowing Love to Blossom 828

Ji Bing watched as Mo Xiaobai left, and she didn't know how to face him anymore. He said that he destroyed her happiness and family, so he wanted to compensate for it, but this kind of compensation was not what she desired. She couldn’t remember her past memories and couldn’t recall if Bai had ever harmed her family; it felt like listening to someone else's story. If she were the protagonist in this story, she wouldn't be able to cope.

Ji Bing thought that she would never hate Xiaobai.

Whether or not Xiaobai truly killed her fiancé and caused her family’s collapse, she didn’t hate him. She wouldn’t unless she forgot everything from the past two years. Those two years of genuine care and affection outweighed all else. No one could possibly hate a man like Xiaobai. Ji Bing once thought that Xiaobai loved her; now it seemed that she was merely his shield, and he always loved his brother most.

She envied Mo Yao for being able to receive such love from Xiaobai.

Xiaobai wandered outside until dark by himself and couldn't help but walk to the pier where Mo Yao's accident took place. He repeatedly relived Mo Yao’s experiences before his accident, wishing he hadn’t made that phone call.

If he hadn’t made that call, maybe Mo Yao wouldn’t be in a life-or-death situation now. It would be difficult for anyone to scheme against him unless Xiaobai had ignored the dangers around him and was distracted; it was as if Mo Yao had been distracted.

Moxiao Bai looked up at the sky over the port, which was a dull gray, mirroring his mood. In his eyes, there was nothing but despair.

Brother, where are you

He didn’t dare return home now, for fear of seeing Mo Ye and Shiyi’s sadness, or the regretful and sorrowful expressions on everyone’s faces. He feared facing all this and couldn’t help but want to hide.

Only Mo Yao's return could make him forget everything.

Suddenly, a smell of heroin filled the air. To someone who was detoxing with strong mental addiction, drugs were a deadly temptation. The scent in the air was very intense, carrying hints of seduction and darkness. Moxiao Bai’s breathing instantly quickened as the heroin triggered his mental addiction. Although he had always struggled with it, he managed to resist because every time his mind craved the drug, Mo Yao would be by his side encouraging him not to relapse. Even when Mo Yao wasn’t there, he still had Wushuang and Mo Chen, Baiye who would help him; Moxiao Bai had never made a mistake.

This time was clearly different.

He was alone at the dock where something happened to Mo Yao. Over and over again, he replayed what happened. He was in the most desperate state now, with everything pushing him to accept that Mo Yao had died. He couldn’t bear it; this was the lowest point of his life. Without faith or feeling, a void filled with despair engulfed him. Moxiao Bai could only think about Mo Yao.

At his most vulnerable, regretful, and desperate moment, drugs appeared, and Mo Xiaobai's body began to have a strong reaction to them. He couldn't help but head towards the darkness.

The pier was a frequent spot for drug transactions; many people engaged in such activities there. At this hour, with few people around, several men wearing caps walked back and forth, waiting for customers. Three disheveled women approached one tall thin man to ask for drugs. He handed over a small packet of heroin; the woman paid him, took the drug, and left eagerly.

Everyone was in a hurry, their faces carrying the signs of addiction.

Moe Xiaobai watched from afar as the smell grew stronger, tempting him to try it. A voice inside his head kept telling him that trying it would solve all his worries. Mo Xiaobai's mind incessantly urged him to relapse.

He stood there at a distance, thinking about Mo Yao’s scolding from when he was struggling with his addiction; it seemed like just yesterday. Mo Xiaobai started walking back but then returned, repeating this action several times. One of the drug dealers noticed his struggle and approached him to ask if he wanted some.

Mo Xiaobai's condition was something many addicts could relate to—wanting to take drugs but hesitating, or just wanting to try them for the first time, or having recently quit and finding it hard to resist. It only took a little push at this moment for them to fall.

Moe Xiaobai looked clean-cut, elegant, and sexy; one wouldn’t guess he was an addict from his appearance. He seemed like a respectable man who would rarely touch drugs unless trying something new.

The young man felt a bit apprehensive when he saw Mo Baixue staring intently at him. From his attire, the young man guessed that Mo Baixue might be somewhat wealthy, which gave him the courage to question Mo Baixue.

The substance the young man offered to Mo Baixue was of extremely high purity, pure white in color. Just by looking at its quality and appearance, Mo Baixue could determine it likely came from Paris Nen. As he looked at these white powders, his fingertips slightly twitched, and an insane craving surged within him.

He wanted this kind of pleasure; he wanted the thrill, not wanting to fall into despair over losing Mo Yao again. He wanted to indulge himself.

"How much do you have"

The young man, seeing a potential big buyer, took out all his stock, amounting to 200 grams—enough for him to enjoy it for quite some time. The young man said that if Mo Baixue bought the entire batch, he could offer it at a discount. As Mo Baixue looked at these drugs, conflicting thoughts in his mind battled each other like two people pulling opposite directions—one shouting not to touch them again or fall into an abyss from which there is no return, while another screamed fiercely for him to forget everything and just enjoy the pleasure.

Mo Baixue's gaze began to wander. He hesitated in making a decision for a long time; meanwhile, the young man grew impatient and asked whether Mo Baixue would buy them or not. At that moment, another pair of drug-addicted lovers walked over to one of the other young men to purchase drugs. They were thin-faced and listless, seemingly having been addicted for quite some time. Their faces showed neither sunlight nor emotion; only decadence, indulgence, and lust.

The hand Mo Baixue had extended retracted once more. Was he going to become like them The difficulty of overcoming his past drug addiction was still vivid in his mind. What happened during the detox period, what kind of pain did he endure, how those hallucinations affected him—no one knew better than he himself.ound of gunfire echoed in the training ground, chaotic and loud. Alone in the center of the training area, Xiao Nian stared blankly at the flying bullets. If Chen Xueru saw this scene, she would likel...