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nt mocking smile, one that mocked something unknown. Linda walked over and took the bottle from her hand, saying, "Han Bi, stop drinking. No matter how sad you are, Ye Ershao won’t see it. Don’t hurt...The Substitute Ex-Wife of the Chairman: Completed 783

Black Widow hovered above for more than half an hour, seemingly confirming that no one was moving around and they weren't in this area before leaving. The forest fell silent once again. Wu Shuang and Feng Yun could judge the distance of the helicopter, so they turned on their weapon lights and cautiously walked through the forest. They moved and stopped intermittently for over an hour when Black Widow returned.

Wu Shuang cursed under her breath; it seemed endless. She led Feng Yun to hide in the bushes while Mo Yao held Little White beside a rock. After checking another spot without finding anyone, two helicopters flew back again. Mo Yao put down Little White who was awakened from his nap. His eyes shone brightly like obsidian stones in the dark as he asked what happened.

Mo Yao said, "Nothing, go back to sleep."

Mohawk looked at him with confusion; Mo Yao felt this was the clearest Little White had been since they arrived here. He could think, speak, and remain calm, but Mo Yao was afraid that if Little White lost control, a scream would alert those above them, leading to bullets raining down like rainwater. Thus, Mo Yao kept a tight watch on Little White...

Little White looked up; tonight there was no moonlight, even if there had been it would've been blocked by the dense forest. In his eyes, Mo Yao saw a deep sense of despair that pained him, so he quickly asked what was wrong.

Little White shook his head and muttered to himself, "I'll never get better, will I"

"Nonsense!" Mo Yao quietly interrupted him and held his chin firmly, saying in a deep voice, "Don't worry; you’ll be fine. Uncle Baiye said so."

"Really"

Mo Yao nodded, "Yes, at noon today Wu Shuang received the message from Brother Mo Chen himself who told her that my mom was worse back then but eventually recovered, right So you'll definitely be okay too."

Tiredly leaning against the rock, Little White's eyes seemed to hold tears, yet none fell. He just appeared dazed for a moment; Mo Yao didn't know what he was thinking about. At this moment, he didn't want Little White to wander into his thoughts alone so he pulled him close and held him tightly.

"Little White, you will get better."

"I heard my sister say that I might need an amputation."

"If it's necessary, I'll give my leg to you," Mo Yao said softly while gently stroking his face. "Don't talk such nonsense; the wound isn’t badly infected and is under control, so there’s nothing to worry about."

Moxiao didn't speak; he was much more obedient than when he was in prison, and Moyao wasn't sure whether Xiao's reaction back then was because he truly didn't want to be saved, or if it was just his illusion.

Xiao didn't say anything, nor did Moyao ask. Regarding those days, he hadn't asked Xiao a single question.

"You're tired, sleep more," Moyao said. Moxiao grabbed his hand; Xiao's grip lacked strength. Moyao placed his hand in Xiao's palm proactively. Moxiao said, "Brother… don't hit me anymore, okay"

Moyao felt a sharp pain in his eyes as his chin rested on Xiao's head. He nearly shed tears, the incessant torture of his aching heart never ceasing: "Okay, I won’t hit you. Brother will never hit you."

"You said you wouldn't hit me, but you did."

"Brother was wrong, it won't happen again," Moyao said. Wuzhu frowned, thinking Xiao seemed off; he hadn’t been this calm for so many days. Yet she couldn’t pinpoint what was amiss.

"I… won’t do that again. I promise."

Moxiao’s fingertips touched Moyao's palm and a faint smile appeared on his face, "Then I forgive you."

"Xiao" Moyao looked at him in surprise. Moxiao didn't look at him but repeated, "I forgive you, I won’t blame you anymore."

"Don’t forgive me, never do that. Just hate me as much as possible, it’s fine. HATE ME with all your heart; brother will always love you." Even if you hate me, Moyao no longer hesitated to use this word, almost impatiently expressing his love. He couldn't articulate what response he hoped for from Xiao, only wanting to convey his overflowing affection.

Moxiao shook his head, "No, I forgive you."

Moyao kissed his hair. Moxiao was still in Moyao’s arms for a while; Moyao felt his muscles twisting and body trembling, thinking he might be experiencing withdrawal symptoms again. But Moxiao merely said it was cold; Moyao held him tighter. If fire could be made, he would have done so immediately to warm Xiao up.

He rubbed Xiao’s arms to generate heat: "Do you feel better"

Moxiao didn’t answer. Moyao wanted to cover him with a thick jacket, but Moxiao shook his head, "Just hold me like this for a while."

Moyao nodded and held Xiao tightly. In the past, Moyao would have noticed something amiss in Xiao immediately, but Xiao had been out of it for so long; he hadn’t spoken properly with Moyao since coming out except when he went mad. Now, even if his voice was hoarse and unpleasant to hear, it sounded like heavenly music to Moyao’s ears.

"Am I being too selfish" Mo Baicao asked Mo Yao, "Have you ever been annoyed with me… I want to hear the truth."

"No!"

"Really"

"Really," Mo Yao said as he intertwined his fingers with hers. "How could I ever be annoyed with you You are indeed selfish, but if you weren't, you wouldn’t be Bai Cai anymore. Sometimes you make me very sad and hurt, yet the joy you bring me far outweighs that. Truly, when you're by my side, I feel like I need nothing at all. During the times you spend with me in the study, I wish time would just stop, wishing you could stay with me until old age. How could I ever be annoyed with you Never."

Moi Bai Cai seemed very happy, "When I was in prison, I hated you a lot."

"I know."

"I didn't know what to hate. I just told myself to hate you. But I couldn’t die. No matter what, I couldn’t die. If I had died..." Mo Bai Cai trembled again; Mo Yao quickly hugged him tighter, "Are you cold"

Moi Bai Cai nodded. Mo Yao didn't know what else he could do to warm him up. Mo Bai Cai was very tired and looked like he didn’t want to talk anymore. He just rested his head against him, exhausted. It seemed each word cost him a great deal of effort; Mo Yao wanted him to rest but Mo Bai Cai refused to lie down or sleep. He wished to stay in his arms and talk.

Silence between them was somehow natural and comforting. Mo Yao didn't force anything upon him, when Mo Bai Cai expressed a desire for water, he fed him some; after drinking, Bai Cai felt better and looked up at the sky again, where the dark leaves blocked out all light.

"What do you want to see"

"Sunlight," Mo Bai Cai said. Then he suddenly fell silent, his mind filled with illusions and vague shadows. He wanted to tell Mo Yao that before he lost consciousness and was taken onto the plane, he saw Bai Liu, but then he didn’t wish to say anything anymore. Perhaps this was part of the reason why he hated him.

Wu Shuang suddenly said, "Bai Cai, you've talked too much. You should rest for a while."

Moi Bai Cai seemed not to hear her and looked at Mo Yao, asking, “Do you know what else I thought about when I was in the prison”

“What did you think about”

"I was wondering why you love me," Mo Baixue said. "I can't figure it out, and I'm in pain. During those days, the only time I was awake, I kept thinking about why you would love me—I just couldn’t understand."

"I don’t understand either," Mo Yao replied. "If you don’t understand something, then don’t think about it; not everything needs to be understood."

Mo Baixue smiled, and the smile tugged at his lip corners, causing them some pain. He moaned softly, saying, "I’m in so much pain… Brother, I’m suffering terribly, enduring this hardship…"

"Be good now, it's okay, just a few more days and everything will be fine," Mo Yao knew how miserable he was. That damn thing wasn’t something that anyone could endure; he couldn't even imagine the kind of pain Mo Baixue must be going through right now, wishing he could share in his suffering.

"Brother, can I kiss you" Mo Baixue asked. Mo Yao found it strange why he would ask for this and Mo Baixue explained, "In Berlin, I should have kissed you."

Mo Yao lowered his head to kiss him on the lips, gently sucking at them. Mo Baixue pushed him back slightly but insisted on kissing him; Mo Yao was at a loss as to how to react because sometimes Mo Baixue could be so stubborn that it drove one crazy.

Wu Shuang couldn't bear watching anymore and her brows drew together tightly, feeling the pain acutely. She felt worse than when Kaka rejected her.

Mo Yao adjusted his position a little higher so Mo Baixue could sit on his lap, leaning against him as he held onto Mo Yao's neck. Mo Baixue trembled slightly before kissing Mo Yao’s lips with great earnestness; it was the first time he had kissed him and now, despite feeling terrible pain, he knew exactly what he was doing — something he had wanted to do for a long time.

His kiss was full of care. Mo Yao opened his mouth invitingly for him as they indulged in each other with their lips and tongues entangled. Mo Baixue closed his eyes, showing both rapture and pain on his face. Mo Yao cupped the back of his head, gently pulling him away…

That's enough, more than enough.

Mo Baixue smiled; even though he looked emaciated and haggard, when he smiled, it was still beautiful. Mo Yao’s heart softened to the point of melting as Mo Baixue said, "I should have done this in Berlin… Brother, I forgive you, Big Brother…"

Today he had repeated his forgiveness so many times that Mo Yao was a little confused.

Momentarily, Mo Baixue's body went limp again and Mo Yao hurriedly held him. Mo Baixue said, "I have wronged Ji Bing; I have even more to be sorry about towards you, Brother. Thank you for loving me."

A chill ran up Wu Shuang’s spine, her body reacting faster than her mind as she lunged toward Mo Baixue. Suddenly, Mo Baixue pushed away from Mo Yao and in his hand was a bayonet that he drove straight into his own chest… saying that time heals all wounds is true; she couldn’t blame Du Yueying entirely for the loss of their child, as there was also responsibility on her part and Fei Mo’s. Blaming or hating anyone afte...