She shouldn't have taken it personally.Every person has self-respect and pride.I couldn't stand his repeated insults. This wasn't the first time either.The first time I scolded her, she still had the...The beach barbecue lasted until two in the morning. Mo Xiaobai lay outside watching the stars, playing with his phone in his hand. This phone was a new one, with the same number as the old one, and all the data was intact. Besides some information, it was basically no different from the original one. He had been holding the phone for an hour, not saying a word since he came back. Mo Yao asked him if something was on his mind, Mo Xiaobai shook his head, looked thoughtfully at the phone, then at Mo Yao, and finally looked away.

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

Mo Yao watched his back, nodded, and went inside to rest. Xiaobai unlocked the phone, searching for his contacts. His finger hovered over Ji Bing's name for a long, long time... Should he call Ji Bing Mo Yao said he was sick now, didn't know anything, shouldn't think too much, wait until he was completely well and fully awake before thinking about what he wanted.

Xiaobai thought to himself, what was there that he didn't understand now What was unclear This was the clearest he had ever been. Was he unsure of what he wanted How could that be... He had already figured out what he wanted a long time ago.

But, how to say it

Mo Xiaobai turned his head to look at Mo Yao in the inner room. He was using his own computer, doing something unknown, his expression focused. No matter what he did, Mo Yao was always so focused. Mo Xiaobai felt uncomfortable. This kind of unbridled indulgence, just how far would it go Did he not even care if Mo Xiaobai got married

He tightened his grip on his phone slightly.

Mo Yuan occasionally raised his head to look at Bai outside. However, Bai remained motionless. He wondered how long Bai would stay like that

It was already 4:00 a.m., Xiaobai hadn't fallen asleep yet, Mo Yao had long since turned off the computer and fell asleep in a daze. Hearing some noise, he got up and saw Xiaobai still outside. He got up and went out, "Come in and sleep."

"I'm not sleepy," Mo Xiaobai said, without lifting his head. Mo Yao frowned slightly, displeased, "Xiaobai, it's cold at night, this isn't a joke. What do you want, even if you come in, it's the same."

Mo Xiaobai thought for a moment, followed Mo Yao into the room, flicked his clothes and lay down on the bed. He held his phone but didn't seem to play games or make calls, as if the phone was a precious treasure.

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

"You!"

"Mo Yuan chuckled, "I'm right here. Why are you calling me"

"Can't people make phone calls here" Mo Xiaobai retorted. Mo Yao knew he was talking nonsense and didn't join in the fun. He lay down and went to sleep. He rarely slept at night, and was exhausted. While Mo Xiaobai lay there unable to sleep, he casually put his phone aside and then hugged Mo Yao, holding him tightly in his arms. Mo Yao opened his eyes for a moment but didn't say anything before falling back asleep. Xiaobai inhaled his familiar scent, and a warm feeling of happiness filled his heart.

At least, sometimes, he felt that he was still a treasure.

Mo Xiaobai hadn't slept all night, and Mo Yao was mentally prepared to face a completely oblivious happy Xiaobai the next day. Who knew that when he opened his eyes, he saw Xiaobai's sparkling eyes.

His eyes were glistening, with a hint of mystery.

Mo Xiaobai pursed her lips and called out, "Good morning, brother."

"You..." Mo Yao was a little startled, but quickly calmed down. He was happy, he could say good morning to him like this was something that had never happened before, "Didn't you sleep"

"Isn't this good" Mo Xiaobai countered.

Mo Yao nodded, indeed very good, at least for him, excellent. Mo Xiaobai wavered back and forth, things were happening to his body that Mo Yao couldn't explain. He didn't try to explain how he became like this, he calmly faced it naturally, no matter which aspect of Mo Xiaobai.

In short, they were all under his thumb.

The two of them got up, washed up, and Mo Xiaobai accompanied him downstairs for breakfast. After breakfast, Moyao continued to train with Mo Xiaobai as usual. Ye Wei and Shili looked at each other, both puzzled by this. Bai Ye simply shrugged and didn't give an explanation.

Bai Liu waited for them again on their training path, he was going back to Washington, and today was specially to say goodbye to Mo Yao. Mo Yao hadn't expected him to stay in Riyadh for so long. He didn't know what Ye Wei and Eleven had done to Bai Liu. Mo Yao still considered him a friend, but Bai Liu understood that they would never be too close friends because their positions and moral viewpoints were different, and they were bound to choose two different paths.

Mo Xiaobai squinted as Bai Liu walked closer. The man always looked so clean, as if he had never done anything bloody. This was different from his impression of a counter-terrorism agent. He watched impassively as Bai Liu and Mo Yao chatted, a faint smile on his face, calm and collected, as if everything was under his control, including emotions. He let go with a carefree air.

Mo Xiaobai is not a man who, if he makes me uncomfortable, I will simply let bygones be bygones. Thinking about his experiences in prison, Mo Xiaobai couldn't convince himself to forgive Bai Liu so easily, even though Ye Wei and Eleven had already taken revenge on him.

But as he watched Mo Yao chat with Bai Liu without a trace of hesitation, he was hesitating again. If he truly wanted to seek revenge on Bai Liu, he just needed to tell Mo Yao that he had seen this man before falling into a coma. Then Mo Yao would absolutely not forgive Bai Liu. Mo Yao knew Bai Liu's identity and vaguely knew that this time he was caught and had something to do with Bai Liu, but he didn't know what Bai Liu had specifically done. If he had known from the beginning that it was Bai Liu's scheme, would he still be so carefree

Could he, after being hurt by a man, be so calm and composed It was undoubtedly impossible. For Bai Liu, his nature was the most unforgiving when it came to revenge. The best revenge was Mo Yao's indifference and rejection.

Mo Xiaobai looked at them, already impulsively wanting to tell Mo Yao, because it was Bai Liu. Before he fell into a coma, he had heard Bai Liu's men say that his car had been tampered with long ago. Because he loved this car the most and liked to drive fast, it was easy to tamper with it. Otherwise, even if he was angry, he would not have an accident. Without an accident, they would be helpless against him. Mo Xiaobai couldn't forgive him, nor could he accept that Mo Yao was so calm talking to him.

However, did he really want to seek revenge on Bai Liu The answer was obvious; he didn't. Because if he sought revenge, Mo Yao would remember this person, always remember the thought he once had of spending his whole life with Bai Liu. He didn't want Mo Yao to remember Bai Liu, to forget him so frankly and slowly.

The most important reason is that Mo Yao doesn't have many friends, besides this group of childhood friends. He doesn't have any close friends other than them. Bai Liu treats him well no matter what; he wouldn't hurt Mo Yao, and he can also make Mo Yao relax.

Every sword thrust into an enemy's heart will wound the wielder. He didn't want Mo Yao to be hurt and saddened, nor did he want Mo Yao to seek revenge on Bai Liu.

If he hadn't, he would have snapped long ago.

If he were the carefree and reckless person he used to be, he wouldn't have made it so easy for Bai Liu. How Mo Rao felt wasn't even within his consideration, but now he couldn't do that. He couldn't ignore Mo Rao's feelings and seek revenge on Bai Liu.

Bai Liu could clearly sense Mo Xiao Bai's hostility. He was puzzled, for the last time they met, Mo Xiao Bai had been radiant and carefree. How come he had changed so much this time Was his illness getting better

Mo Yuan didn't want to face Bai Liu and Xiao Bai directly at this moment. He also wanted to send Bai Liu away quickly, because Xiao Bai had his memories. When the three of them were together, he would easily think of how he had slapped Xiao Bai for Bai Liu before. He didn't know what Xiao Bai was thinking while watching from behind.

Bai Liu asked, "Has he recovered his memory yet"

Mo Yuan nodded, "I guess so."

He always felt that this time seeing Bai Liu, he became taller and thinner, but his temperament remained unchanged, and the person was still the same. However, Mo Yao felt that it had nothing to do with him, and he didn't ask why.

Bai Liu glanced at Xiao Bai once more, gave a faint smile, and said, “He’s fine now, I feel lighter in my heart. Blessings to you.”

"Thank you," Mo Yao said. Bai Liu asked, "Mo Yao, answer me honestly, have you ever hated me"

Mo Yao thought about the question seriously, shaking her head slightly. Bai Liu asked why, and Mo Yao said, "There's no need."

A simple sentence cut off Bai Liu's every fantasy. He waved his hand gracefully, got into the car, and left with a smile. Mo Yao turned her head and saw Mo Xiaobai standing expressionlessly behind her, the sunlight casting a thin layer of light on his face. Mo Yao walked over, and Mo Xiaobai turned her head, "Continue."

Having said that, Liu Xian ran ahead. Mo Yao caught up. Mo Xiaobai ran five miles carrying a heavy load and then slowed to a jog for a break. Mo Yao said, "Don't overthink it, he's just here to say goodbye."

Moe Xiaobai pursed her lips. “What else could I possibly want”

Mo Yao said, “I didn't think about anything.”

Mo Xiaobai smiled, hooked his neck with a charming smile, and patted his chest, "You seem to be very careful around me. I'm not a woman."

"Where do you think you're going You're not a woman at all."

"Since that's the case, there's no need to be so careful." Mo Xiaobai said, Mo Yao frowned. "No."

Mo Xiaobai's smile dimmed, "Forget it, if you say there isn't one, then there isn't one."

Mo Yao wanted to say something, but Mo Xiaobai had already hoisted the thirty-jin weighted backpack onto his shoulders and was slowly running back along the path. Mo Yao wanted to say something, but Mo Xiaobai never gave him a chance.

When he ran back, he ran a bit faster. While resting in the garden, he took out his phone again and pressed the name he had hesitated to call last night. When the call connected, there was Qi Bing's surprised voice on the other end.

Xiaobai looked at the boundless blue sky and said softly, "Jibing, let's break up."ight after tomorrow," Cheng Yu said, packing up her schoolwork and warmly shaking her hand, urging her to know. Cheng Yu didn't say a word, just refused to tell her. "Female artists can only win those...