Chapter 613

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Moxiao Bai's eyes widened. He was shocked by the crazy Mo Yao; the man he knew stood before him with an unrestrained attitude that he had never seen before. Veins on his hand were bulging as he tried to endure, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and all his muscles seemed ready to explode at any moment. The flames in his eyes nearly incinerated Moxiao Bai, causing his heart to race with fear, shock, and trembling emotions intertwined. Blood was surging through his veins, bursting forth as if trying to consume everyone around him. He couldn't meet Mo Yao's gaze under such a look.

His brother had never spoken or acted like this before. The words 'I want you, so I'll take you' didn't disgust Moxiao Bai but left him in awe; he realized that his brother wanted him.

Moxiao Bai discovered for the first time that there was a demon living inside Mo Yao's heart. It seemed like Mo Yao had always controlled this demon better than anyone else, otherwise, he would have been completely devoured. This revelation made Moxiao Bai feel inexplicably heartbroken.

Did he make a mistake

Moxiao Bai questioned himself; had he really done something wrong He misunderstood his brother, but how could the scene he just witnessed be explained How could someone who made a mistake still speak so confidently and accuse him in such an assertive manner Was it because he felt no guilt

Mo Yao stared into Moxiao Bai’s eyes with burning intensity. Moxiao Bai was at a loss, frightened and lost in Mo Yao's heated gaze.

How should he respond to his brother

Moxiao Bai found that he could not answer anything. Mo Yao’s palm lay flat on his chest over where his heart was beating fiercely, declaring his powerful vitality; this overwhelming life force made Moxiao Bai feel as if Mo Yao loved him because of how intensely it beat.

Mo Yao's face alternated between red and pale as he said gravely, "Bai, love is not a transaction or a game. It’s not about giving to receive an equal amount in return. I have done all that I can to love you since childhood, perhaps through methods that you couldn't accept, so I never managed to touch your heart. However, this doesn’t mean my love is cheap. Perhaps I know too well how to love someone without anyone teaching me. For a period of time, I felt terrible; everyone said I was outstanding and perfect, yet why couldn't I win one person's affection Did they all conspire against me There was a long time when I doubted myself and was lost in confusion. The pain and struggle I've endured you’ve never experienced because you don’t love or care about me. What do you know of what I am doing, thinking, being like if it doesn't concern you at all You have no feelings in your heart. Do you understand that I have seen countless cruel and selfish people but none as cruel and selfish as you. In this life, you are the most selfish person I've ever met."

Mo Yao’s accusations made Moxiao Bai pale; he opened his mouth to refute, "No, no, I haven’t been selfish at all. I’ve always wanted everyone around me to be happy even if it meant my own pain," how could Mo Yao accuse him of being selfish

Mo Yao thought the situation had reached its lowest point and that the rift between them was irreparable; he decided to lay everything bare regardless since there would be no worse outcome. He felt helpless and chose to speak his mind.

"Do you think I'm selfish because I can’t return your feelings No, it's not like that. You never thought seriously about why we do what we do or why we protect you so much. It’s true that these actions put a lot of pressure on you and you cannot overcome them alone. But our efforts to consider your emotions haven't been enough for you; instead, you feel trapped and blame us for putting too much pressure on you.

"Moxiao Bai, do all the good things belong to you in this world" A mocking smile curved Mo Yao’s lips as he continued, "If you feel inferior or under pressure, then you should take responsibility for your own actions. But instead of blaming us when we try to help, you accept it as a matter of course and enjoy the freedom without feeling guilty. You could have refused, but you didn't."

"Because you are selfish, so you don’t refuse and blame others. Have you never thought about why we go to such lengths to protect you Do you really think you don't need protection"

Mo Yao’s accusations became sharper and sharper, like countless sharp arrows piercing his heart. The pain Mo Yao caused him cut deep; was it truly so Was he truly selfish

Moxiao Bai suppressed the frustration in his heart with a cold laugh. "When we talk about us again, I know how I treated you, and you also understand how you treated me. If I deceive myself by living in an illusion, that's my choice. But if you feel troubled by me, tell me clearly: Brother, I don’t love you; I love women. You should say it out loud; once you do, I will stop immediately. I won't cling to you anymore—no, I never have clung to you. I just follow my heart and take care of you whether or not I love you, because you are my brother, that bond remains. I know I've crossed the line beyond being a brother; no one can prevent me from punishing myself for it. But what about you You neither refuse nor accept my affection, yet when things get tough, you blame me. Do you think this is reasonable"

"If you knew that this meal was not good and still ate it, then don't blame anyone else for your choice," Mo Yao said sternly as Moxiao Bai's face turned pale.

Was he wrong to blame others

It turns out that his elder brother had such a negative opinion of him, and the conflict between them was so deep. Mu Baixue thought sadly, he couldn't refute anything because everything Mu Yao said was true.

The words were stuck in his throat, almost falling into his eyes.

It's very painful, so painful.

Mu Yao had expressed all the thoughts in his heart; a wave of exhaustion rose up in his eyes, overwhelming him entirely. He had never felt that life was this exhausting or that he was such a failure.

All his defeats were given to him by Mu Baixue. He always made him feel that the worst thing hadn't come yet and would give him the worst thing possible. They had reached a point where their relationship could be considered over.

Right

Mu Yao closed his eyes; it was the first time he felt so out of control. While he made such severe accusations against Mu Baixue, he also knew that there were many problems within himself as well.

He hoped that Mu Baixue would muster up the courage to speak about his own issues, but Mu Baixue didn't. He was pale-faced and trembling against the wall, seemingly drained of all strength—the very strength that made him proud.

Mu Yao felt even more sorrowful; over these many years, everything he had put in was wasted because it was his own fault.

Even if Mu Baixue was wrong, the biggest mistake was still his own.

Baixue, Baixue, you really leave me speechless.

Why do you always act like this Why don't you see the heart I've offered to you Why do you treat it as if it were a worthless pile of dog feces on the roadside

What exactly do you want that I can’t give you

Mu Yao slowly let go of Mu Baixue, the pain in his chest overwhelming any physical wounds. He said slowly, "I won't cause you trouble anymore; I won't make it difficult for you to live. From now on, consider me as if I don’t exist, and I am not worthy to be your elder brother."

No other brother would feel such intense feelings towards his own younger brother.

So from now on, don't treat me like an elder brother.

Mu Baixue's lips trembled as if wanting to say something; Mu Yao walked out of the room. As Mu BaiXue leaned against the wall and slid down, he covered his head in pain. The expressions and exhaustion on Mu Yao’s face flashed through his mind, leaving him feeling like his heart had been shot full of holes, shattered beyond repair.

It's really so painful.

After enduring this pain, the villa was empty with just him left; Mu Yao had gone.

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

Brother, I'm sorry.

Xiao Bai laughed foolishly and suddenly tears streamed down his face.

Moyao woke up in a lavishly decorated room. The sky-blue curtains were gently fluttering like in a dream. It took him quite a while to realize where he was. He had come out of Xiao Bai's room, walked for some time, and due to complex emotions and the pain from his wound, didn't notice the road conditions and got hit by a car. As a result, he fell into unconsciousness. After checking his body, Moyao found no obvious injuries; the bandages on his wound had already been changed and new medicine applied, making him feel much better without any burning sensation.

He got out of bed and walked to the curtains, waving them open. It was afternoon with bright sunshine. Below him was a garden where a white-clothed youth was holding a painting board, not knowing what he was drawing.

There was a very tranquil atmosphere around him that made people feel at ease. He faced away from Moyao; Moyao couldn't see his face clearly but could only see the slender and agile figure with medium-length hair. The sunlight formed a halo on him.

Moyao walked down to the garden, which was part of a two-story villa with a garden. There was no one else in the villa except for this youth and a Husky dog nestled by his side, looking up at him with cute eyes.

The youth seemed aware of Moyao's presence and turned to look at him. He appeared to be around sixteen years old, pale but handsome; standing tall at 180cm yet slender in build, calm in expression yet lively in demeanor, he was very attractive and touching despite not being exceptionally good-looking. Even a cold-hearted man like Moyao found himself moved.

He was overly quiet, peaceful, and content, even his smile subtle but beautiful: "You're awake I thought you'd sleep through the night. Sorry for my car hitting you."

"No problem." Moyao said indifferently as he glanced at the youth's painting board; he was drawing a castle in black-and-white sketches that were quite fluid, reflecting his calm personality.

Neither of them seemed to be very talkative and thus fell silent. The youth then offered: "If you feel better anytime soon, please leave freely. If you need rest, this place is welcome."

"Is it just you here"

The youth nodded with a subtle smile; the lines of his face were barely visible at the corners of his mouth, and his gaze was moist, hazy, filled with sorrow yet endearing.

Moyao usually didn't like such delicate youths, as they seemed too fragile, like flowers in a greenhouse. People who lived on the edge between life and death often shunned soft creatures or people.

The youth no longer looked at Moyao but instead resumed his painting without asking about his background. His expression was serene, very calm. Moyao rarely saw such tranquil individuals.

Someone so delicate-looking yet incredibly strong could be this peaceful and indifferent.

Moyao wasn't a person with strong curiosity, yet there was something strange about this youth who had skillfully treated his wound.

The room being empty, Moyao concluded that the youth must have been the one treating him. The grandeur of the place seemed out of place with such a delicate young man.

This young man seemed peaceful and gentle, yet his style was completely different from that of the villa he was in, making everything seem enigmatic and intriguing.

"What's your name"

He looked at Mo Yue with a puzzled expression and smiled slightly. Mo Yue said, "I should know who saved me."

The young man smiled gently, saying, "It’s not important; it was just a small favor."

"I insist!"

He replied, "Bai Liu."

"Is that your name"

The young man nodded. Mo Yue thought to himself, Bai Liu, indeed fitting for him; as the willow tree symbolizes grace and beauty.

This young man was truly special, Mo Yue felt. Such a rare sight in his life, he was both precious and mysterious, making one want to explore more about him.

Yet, Mo Yue didn’t intend to probe further. As the young man had said, it was just a small favor; if there were opportunities for repayment in the future, he would do so, but if not, that was fine as well. At least from the young man's perspective, this wasn't important. Mo Yue always respected others' wishes.

He didn’t waste words and thanked him before leaving the villa. The young man smiled as he watched him leave, turning his brush on the canvas with sudden sharpness while maintaining a soft smile...

Mosuo called a member of the mafia to pick him up and take him straight to the airport; he was heading back to Rome. Wu Shuang fled at the news of her boss returning and knew she would be held accountable for her actions; on the same day as her boss’s return, she boarded a helicopter bound for the Middle East.

Phew, it's better to avoid trouble now. She called Xiao Bai to explain the situation, clarifying that their boss wasn’t involved. Hearing Xiao Bai’s weak and hesitant tone over the phone, Wu Shuang knew there must be some issue between them. Both were stubborn and proud individuals; they would surely clash eventually. This was a given, but she didn't know how serious it might be, so avoiding Mo Yue seemed like her best bet.

Mosuo had no intention of settling accounts with Wu Shuang. Whether or not Xiao Bai misunderstood him now mattered little to him. He found that pushing himself to his limits made his heart feel lighter and less burdened.

He thought he couldn’t truly let go of Xiao Bai, but if he encountered someone suitable, might he pursue a relationship Even if it wasn't the most cherished love, as long as there was affection and companionship, wouldn't that be good enough

Lately, he enjoyed reading books where one person lived in their heart while another lived by their side, both loved.

In the past, he couldn’t understand how someone could love two people simultaneously. Now, however, he understood; humans tend to think what they can't have is the best, so those unattainable ones remain forever in their hearts. Yet, humans are also lonely beings who need companionship and warmth from reality, thus needing a companion.

Mosuo thought bitterly that many people couldn’t find their true love throughout their lives; some companions weren't necessarily loved while others were deeply cherished. He mused if he could find someone who adored him wholeheartedly, perhaps then he could truly let go of Xiao Bai.

He was exhausted.Wenran nodded, and they went back into the private room. Gu Rui and Han Bi were chatting when Wenran said that there was another business deal to discuss with Fang Liucheng which might keep her waitin...