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eemed to see a rare flicker of comfort in his eyes. 。As if to say, don't be afraid, I've got this. 。A warm, faint smile softened her features, instantly easing the tension in her chest. She was a smar...Mo Xiaobai's eyes widened, he was shocked by Mo Yao's madness. The familiar man faced him with a reckless demeanor unlike anything he had ever seen before. His veins bulged on the back of his hand, desperately enduring, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, his muscles were taut with power, as if ready to erupt at any moment. The flames in his eyes almost burned him into ashes. Xiaobai's heart beat violently, fear, astonishment... and tremor, intertwined in a complex mix. Blood surged in his veins, erupting, as if it wanted to engulf everyone. Under Mo Yao's gaze, he couldn't meet his eyes.

His older brother, for the first time, looked at him like that, spoke to him like that. "I want to climb on you, just like this," he said. Such words didn't make him feel repulsed, but rather shocked. It turned out there was a desire in his brother's eyes for him.

This was the first time he realized that Mo Yao also harbored a demon in her heart. It's just that her self-control surpassed, suppressing this demon, otherwise she would be devoured to the point of not even having a drop of blood left. This feeling made him feel inexplicably heartbroken.

Did he do something wrong

Mo Xiaobai questioned himself, had he really done wrong He misunderstood his boss, but what he saw just now... how could someone who made a mistake be so righteous and unapologetic How could he accuse Mo Xiaobai so confidently Was it because he was innocent

Mo Yao stared at his eyes, so fiery, so bright, the flames seemed to burn him whole. Mo Xiaobai was at a loss, panicking and terrified, completely lost in Mo Yao's scorching gaze.

How should he answer his brother.

He found that he couldn't answer anything. Mo Yao's palm lay flat against his chest, where his heart was, beating violently, proclaiming its powerful vitality. Such overwhelming vitality gave him a feeling that he loved him, because it beat so intensely.

Mo Yao's face flushed red and white, he said in a low voice, "Xiao Bai, love is not a transaction, nor a game. It's not about how much I give, you should return as much. From childhood to adulthood, I have done my best to love you. Perhaps the way I express it is something you can't accept, so I haven't been able to win your heart. But this doesn't mean my love is so cheap. Perhaps I understand too well how to love someone, no one taught me. Once, I felt very bad, why everyone said I was excellent, perfect, but why couldn't I move one person Did they all collude to deceive me alone For a long time, I denied myself, I was lost. I struggled, suffered, you can't feel these things. Because you don't love me, you don't even care about me. What I did, what I thought, who I am, you don't care at all. Your heart is insensitive, do you know I think he's insensitive. I've seen countless cruel people and all kinds of selfish people, but I haven't seen anyone crueler than you, more selfish than you. In this life, you are the most selfish person I've ever met."

Mo Yao's accusation nearly turned Mo Xiaobai's face white. He opened his mouth wide to retort, no, it wasn't true, he didn't, he wasn't selfish. He did it for everyone's good, he wanted everyone to be happy, even if it meant sacrificing his own pain. How could they accuse him of being selfish

Mo Yao felt that the situation was at its worst. The barrier between them had been pierced, so he might as well break it completely. After all, what could be worse than this He was powerless to salvage things, so he just spoke his mind.

“You think I love you, and because you can't reciprocate, you call me selfish No, that's not it. You haven't carefully thought about why we do this, why we care for you, why we all protect you. You only think about how much pressure we put on you. Yes, it is indeed a lot of pressure, which you can't overcome yourself. But our neglect, we have already taken care of your emotions, it's you who is stuck in a rut, have you ever thought about that I don't want your hands to be stained with blood. That's because you are not bloodthirsty, your hands are clean. Since you don't want them to be stained with blood, I took on everything myself. You want a life of freedom, did Wu Shuang and Mo Chen stop you When the Mafia was at its hardest, you were filming. How much time do you spend at home in a year You can't even tell yourself. We give out all we have, always expecting something in return, but sometimes, we know that return is a fantasy, we just need an understanding, but you can't even understand that. You are very smart, with intricate thoughts, you haven't thought about these things No, you ignored them. You enjoy the freedom and happiness everyone gives you, but in the end, you still blame us for putting too much pressure on you.”

"Xiaobai, have you taken up all the good things in this world" Mo Yao's lips curled into a mocking smile. "If you feel inferior, if you feel stressed, then you should do what belongs to you properly, instead of when we help you, you take it for granted that we should, since you enjoy it, don't blame us for giving it. Actually, you can refuse."

"Because you're selfish, that's why you didn't refuse, so you went to blame. You're so selfish, you didn't even think about why we went to such lengths to protect you. Do you think you don't need protection Are you sure you really don't need it"

Mo Yao's accusations grew sharper, countless arrows piercing his heart. Mo Yao's blame tore him apart, was it really like that Was it really so Was he truly like that

Mo Yuan suppressed the unease in his heart and sneered, “Let’s talk about us. You know how I feel about you, and I know how you feel about me. Whether I delude myself and live in a false pretense is my business. If you find me bothersome, you could say it to me directly. 'Brother, I don't love you; I love women. Brother, give up.' You should say that. As long as you said it, I would immediately back off. I wouldn't cling to you anymore. Heh heh, no, I never clung to you. I just followed my heart in being good to you, even if I don’t love you, you are still my brother; this bond is always there. I know I have crossed the boundaries of brotherhood. This is my affair, so I self-abuse and no one else can control it. But what about you You neither reject nor accept, yet you enjoy everything I give you. In the end, you blame me. Do you think that’s reasonable”

"You clearly know that this dinner isn't good, yet you ate it. Since you ate it, you can't blame anyone, understand" Mo Yao's voice was sharp, her tone fierce. Mo Xiaobai's face was pale and conflicted.

He shouldn't blame anyone, should he

Originally, Mo Xiaobai had thought his brother was just prejudiced against him. He hadn't realized the depth of their conflict. Now, he felt a profound sadness wash over him as he understood. He couldn't even refute a single word because everything Mo Yao said was true; there wasn't a word he could say against it.

His voice caught in his throat, almost welling up in his eyes.

It's so painful, so painful.

Mo Yao said everything he wanted to say, a wave of fatigue arose in his eyes, engulfing him entirely. He had never felt life so tiring, nor had he ever felt so defeated.

All of his failures were given to him by Mo Xiaobai. He always made him feel that the worst thing in the world hadn't come yet, and he would give him the worst. They got to this point, it was over.

Right

Mo Yao closed his eyes. This was the first time he felt so out of control. While he hurled such harsh accusations at Mo Xiaobai, he also knew that he himself had many problems. He, too, had many flaws.

He hoped that Mo Xiaobai could also gather the courage to speak up about his problems, but Xiaobai couldn't. Xiaobai’s face was pale, and he was trembling against the wall, as if he had lost all his strength, all the power that made him proud.

Mo Yao felt even more sorrow. The effort and blood he had poured into this for over a decade, all gone to waste. It was his own fault.

Even if Xiaobai made mistakes, the biggest mistake was his own.

White, White, you truly leave me speechless.

Why do you always act this way, unwilling to see the heart held out to you Why do you treat it like a pile of dog dung on the side of the road, worthless

What do you want from me, I can't give it to you.

He slowly let go of Mo Xiaobai. The pain in his wound couldn't compare to the pain in his chest. Mo Yao said softly, "I won't bother you anymore, I won't embarrass you again. From now on, just pretend I don't exist as your brother. I'm not worthy of being your brother."

There wasn't a brother like him, who had such yuwang for his younger brother.

So, from now on, don't consider me your older brother anymore.

Mo Xiaobai's lips trembled, as if wanting to say something. Mo Yao walked out of the room, and Mo Xiaobai's back slid down against the wall slowly. He covered his head in pain. Mo Yao's expression, Mo Yao's fatigue flashed through his mind, his heart was pierced a thousand times, shattered into pieces.

It's really painful.

After he endured this period of pain, the villa belonged to him alone. Mo Yao left.

He said that from now on, he would act as if he didn't have this brother.

Brother, I'm sorry.

Brother, I'm sorry.

Xiao Bai smiled foolishly, then suddenly burst into tears.

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Mo Yao woke up, finding himself in a luxurious room. The azure curtains swayed gently, like a dream. It took him a while to come to his senses. Where was this place He had left Xiaobai's room and walked for a while. Because his emotions were complex and the wound hurt, he didn't pay attention to the road conditions and was hit by a car. He fell into unconsciousness. Mo Yao checked his body and found no obvious pain. The bandage on his wound had been changed with fresh medicine, and it felt much better. The burning sensation was gone, and he felt refreshed.

He got out of bed and walked to the curtains, waving his hand to pull them open. It was afternoon now, bright sunshine streaming in. Below him, facing a garden, there was a young man in white, holding a drawing board, painting something unknown.

He had a very peaceful aura around him, making people feel at ease. He stood with his back to Mo Yao, so Mo Yao couldn't see his face, only his slender figure, short-medium hair, and the sunlight casting a halo on him.

He went downstairs. It was a two-story villa with a garden, empty except for him. Mo Yao listened carefully; within a radius of a mile, there was only the boy and a husky curled up at the boy's feet, looking up at him with adorable eyes.

Mo Yao walked over, and the young man seemed to sense it, raising his head to look at him. He was an oriental youth who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old. His complexion was pale and handsome. He stood up, tall and a full 180 centimeters, but his bones were extraordinarily slender. His eyebrows were serene yet agile, with a very refined air about him. He wasn't a particularly handsome young man, but rather endearing. Even someone as cold and aloof as Mo Yao felt that he was pitiable.

He was overly quiet, overly peaceful, with no desires and no wants. Even his smile was reserved and beautiful. "You're awake, I thought you would sleep all night. I'm so sorry, my car hit you."

"It's okay." Mo Yao said lightly, his gaze sweeping over the boy's drawing board. He was drawing a castle, black and white sketches, the lines were very rough, just like him, with a hint of tranquility.

Neither of them seemed to be talkative people, content with the silence. The young man spoke up, "If you feel comfortable, you can leave anytime. If you need a place to rest, this is a good spot, welcome to stay."

"Are you alone here"

The young boy smiled and nodded, a subtle smile that etched itself into the corners of his upturned lips. His eyes were moist, hazy, tinged with sorrow, full of melancholy, yet endearingly pitiful.

He had never liked such young men, too weak and delicate, like flowers in a greenhouse. Those who constantly walked the line between life and death found softness repulsive, including soft people.

The young man no longer looked at him or asked about his origins. He sat down again and began to draw, slowly sketching out incomplete lines. His expression was calm; he rarely saw someone so carefree.

Only those who appear frail on the outside but possess an indomitable spirit within can remain so composed and carefree.

Mo Yao wasn't someone with a strong sense of curiosity, but there was always a strange feeling, who was this person, and why did they so skillfully help him treat his wounds.

Here, only the two of them, Mo Yao judged, this wound was his doing, because there was only him in this room.

Throughout the journey, this room was luxurious, like a palace, magnificent and splendid. It was adorned with gold everywhere. Such a feeling and such a young man were out of place. The young man was gentle. He was like the wind, like a cloud, light and airy, as if nothing could enter his eyes, as if everything didn't matter.

Such a young man is peaceful and gentle, his style is definitely not the same as this villa, everything here is full of mystery, it makes people feel uneasy.

"What's your name"

He looked at Mo Yao in confusion, a slight smile playing on his lips. Mo Yao said, "I always need to know who saved me."

The young man smiled gently, "It's no trouble at all, happy to help."

"I persist!"

The boy said, "White willow."

"Is this your name"

The young man nodded. Mo Yao thought to himself, Bai Liu, indeed lives up to his name, just like a willow tree.

This young boy was really special, that's how Mo Yao felt about him. He was very rare, unique, pitiable, and mysterious, making people want to explore him.

Ke Mo Yao wasn't interested in exploring him, as he said, "I just helped him out. If I have the chance in the future, I'll return the favor. If not, then that's fine. It doesn't matter." At least that's how the young man saw it. Ke Mo Yao always respected other people's wishes.

He didn't waste any words, thanked them and left the villa. The young man smiled as he waved goodbye, his brush moving across the canvas with a sudden sharpness, but the corners of his lips remained perpetually soft...

Mo Yao made a phone call, letting a brother from the Mafia pick him up and take him directly to the airport. He was going back to Rome. Wu Shuang heard the news and fled, knowing that once the boss returned, he would definitely come for her. On the same day the boss returned to Rome, she boarded a helicopter to the Middle East.

"Sigh, it's best to lay low for a while. She called Xiaobai and explained the situation. The big boss wasn't involved. Hearing Xiaobai's sickly voice, Wushuang knew something was definitely wrong between them. Both were stubborn and proud, and their headstrong nature was bound to cause trouble. It was obvious, but she didn't know how serious it was, so she dared not provoke Mo Yao. Thirty-six strategies, the best one is to retreat."

Mo Yao had no intention of settling scores with Wushuang. At this point, whether Xiaobai misunderstood him was no longer important. People are really strange; when they push themselves to the limit, they feel a sense of relief and lightness in their hearts, no longer burdened.

He thought, he couldn't truly let go of Xiaobai, never in his life. But he also thought, if he met someone suitable, would he fall in love Even if this person couldn't become his greatest love, as long as he could like them, as long as they could accompany him, wouldn't that be a good thing too

He recently likes to read books and has read a story like this: one person lives in the heart, and another lives by his side. They both love each other.

He couldn't understand people like that before, why they could love two people at the same time. But now, he understood. People are selfish. What they can't get is always the best, so the person they can't get will always be in their heart. But humans are also lonely and need company, they need the warmth of reality, so they always need a companion.

Many people in this world spend their whole lives without finding their true love. Those who accompany them are not always those who want to love, nor are they always those who love themselves. Mo Yao thought bitterly, if I could find someone who loves me dearly, perhaps I could truly let go of Xiaobai.

He was tired.

For so many years, I'm truly exhausted.

He also hopes to be loved, someone who can love him unconditionally, care for him, and speak a kind word when he is lonely, give him a hug when he is alone. What he asks for is not much at all.a man wearing half a mask.Interpol sent more personnel to investigate all foreign nationals, conducting a thorough search of all hotels. The first target was Manila's best hotel. Carter knew Wu-Shuang...