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Wu Shuang was five meters away from Little White and Mo Yao. When the two were talking, Wu Shuang and Feng Yun didn’t disturb them but instead kept their distance. Almost simultaneously, she and Little White made a move. Fortunately, the bayonet wasn’t deeply embedded; it only pierced slightly before Wu Shuang pounced on him. A little blood seeped through his already bloody chest. Mo Yao and Feng Yun were stunned by this sudden turn of events and didn’t react in time.

Suicide was a word that shouldn’t exist in their dictionary, so no one thought Little White would choose to end his life, not even Mo Yao.

He had always felt something was off about Little White tonight. Something very wrong, but he never expected it to be suicide. They could endure being slowly tortured to death by the enemy as long as they still had a breath left in them, so even if Little White was in such a state and didn’t commit suicide, after Mo Yao saved him, he chose to do so.

Wu Shuang’s heart was torn with extreme pain and anger. She pressed her knee against Mo Xiaobai’s leg and held his chest down. Her purple eyes burned with rage as she suddenly slapped Little White across the face twice in quick succession. The only place on him that wasn’t injured was his face, so under Mo Yao’s shock, Wu Shuang hit Mo Xiaobai four times, fast and hard. "Are you crazy How dare you try to commit suicide in front of us! He can’t hit you, I will. You damn bastard!"

She kept hitting him while berating him, but when Mo Yao reacted, he frantically pushed Wu Shuang away. She was focused on fighting with Mo Xiaobai and hadn’t noticed Mo Yao, so she fell to the side when he pushed her. Mo Yao hurriedly helped Little White up, angrily glaring at Wu Shuang. Little White’s face was already swollen; Wu Shuang shrugged helplessly without any sign of remorse.

Little White’s body twitched, and tears streamed down his face… The drug withdrawal had started.

This always happened whenever he went through drug withdrawal—his mind wasn’t clear, and he kept crying. Perhaps the drug withdrawal had already begun earlier, but he endured it until it reached a breaking point. Mo Yao injected him with a dose of medication, and gradually, Little White regained his senses. He stared blankly at Mo Yao for quite some time, seemingly unable to comprehend why he was still alive. His face was burning from the pain of the slaps; Mo Xiaobai looked dazed, suffering, his beautiful eyes full of tears.

Mo Yao’s body trembled along with Little White’s as he stared at him intently. Mo Xiaobai didn’t want to argue or say anything, so he closed his eyes and went to sleep. He seemed like a child who finally got tired of causing trouble and could now have a peaceful rest without caring about the shock his suicide attempt had caused others. As if nothing happened, he turned over and fell asleep immediately. Wu Shuang was beyond furious; she pointed at him and wanted to scold him again, but Mo Yao shot her a stern look, making her swallow back what she intended to say.

Wu Shuang wiped the tears from her face and walked deeper into the forest, Cloud following worriedly behind her. Wind stayed on the spot.

Mo Yao continued looking at him without saying anything; only a glimmer of tears could be seen in his eyes. He gently stroked Little White’s swollen and bruised face. Wu Shuang had hit him very hard, leaving this one good part of him battered and disheveled.

He understands that Xiaobai has reached his limit.

In the cell, he didn't die but endured, waiting for him. If he had died in the cell, he would never have been able to live with it, and might even go mad. If that happened, there's no doubt that Xiaobai wouldn’t let their last moment be marred by a slap, not wanting him to carry this burden throughout his life. So, he survived. Actually, Xiaobai had wanted to die long ago; he said he couldn't endure anymore.

He tried very hard to stay alive, which is why he was quiet on the way here. Except when the drug addiction flared up, he slept to conserve his strength. He wanted to live, and he hoped everything would get better.

But now, his leg infection has worsened severely. No matter how much comfort Xiaobai gave him, deep down, he knew it was serious. The forest is humid, and the air itself contains some poison, accelerating the deterioration of his wound. He knows what he’s endured so far and what lies ahead; even then, he hasn’t broken down yet. Now they're trapped in the forest with helicopters circling above them. If they hadn't brought him along, it would have been easy for them to leave this forest without Mo Chen's helicopter backup. But now, he has become a burden.

He couldn't endure the physical torment, nor could he bear the mental agony or witness others risking their lives for him.

All along, he kept telling himself to forgive, knowing that the root of their problem was that one slap. Xiaobai hadn’t truly forgiven him.

He just wanted to die but didn’t want Xiaobai to suffer because of it, so he pretended to have forgiven him. He made Xiaobai believe that he had already forgiven him, thinking this would make things easier for him. These placating last words tore Mo Yao’s heart apart.

How could he blame Xiaobai for not loving him How could Xiaobai not love him

He often complained about Xiaobai never responding to his feelings, even choosing death without saying "I love you" to him. But if he were honest with himself, did Xiaobai really not love him

That's impossible!

He knew all along.

He understood everything, but he didn't have the same kind of rage as Wu Shuang. At that moment, he had thought that if Xiao Bai died, he would be free too. He would join him and they could rest together in this forest filled with green mountains and clear waters.

However, it was just a fleeting thought. In the darkest moments of life, one might have some dark thoughts, but ultimately, he still wanted Xiao Bai to live on.

"Xiao Bai, if you die, I'll go with you immediately," Mo Yao said. Xiao Bai moved slightly and didn't speak; instead, his body trembled lightly. Mo Yao held him close, kissed his lips gently, and said, "You have no strength left at all, how could you even think of ending your life Xiao Bai, when you can't bear it anymore, just tell Brother. I'll help you find peace with a single bullet; I won’t let you go alone."

Xiao Bai sobbed and reached out to embrace Mo Yao's waist, burying his head in his brother’s chest as he cried. Mo Yao smiled faintly, softly patting Xiao Bai’s back. Xiao Bai twitched painfully—it wasn't from his withdrawal symptoms; the intervals between them were too short for that. He was really crying.

Motivated by a fierce resolve, Mo Yao thought: Once we leave this forest, I'll make sure everyone who has harmed Xiao Bai will pay dearly. They won't be able to live or die in peace. How could he end up like this after living such a good life

"Brother..." Xiao Bai called out through his tears, wetting Mo Yao's clothes.

Mutely, Mo Yao held him closer; Feng turned away with tears, unable to bear watching them.

This night was especially unbearable.

Helicopters kept circling above them. They had to endure the threat of death and deal with Xiao Bai's emotional breakdown. For Wu Shuang and Mo Yao, this was their darkest night ever; they wished dawn would come as soon as possible.

Their journey through the forest resumed. As usual, Xiao Bai was well-protected by Mo Yao. No one mentioned Xiao Bai’s suicide attempt—Wu Shuang, even in her rage, didn’t bring it up. They quietly moved northeast.

Just before dawn, the atmosphere of the forest changed; an ambush seemed imminent...

They encountered an ambush; it was a small squad of fifteen people who were motionless in the forest, blending in with the trees and bushes without making a sound. As a result, Wu Shuang and Mo Yao didn't notice them.

After all, these were well-trained army troops, special forces to be precise, and they did an excellent job waiting for their ambush. The only mistake they made was aiming their sniper rifle at Mo Yao; his team could not avoid the snipers' shots as they advanced. Regardless of whether they aimed at Wu Shuang or Feng Yun, a single shot would have been fatal because no one expected it. However, the sniper targeted Mo Yao.

Mo Yao dodged faster than the bullet, even while holding Little White; he managed to evade it when it was already in front of him. Wu Shuang and Feng Yun quickly separated and found places for cover, raising their highest alert level.

The jungle erupted with gunfire as this small squad displayed a much higher degree of coordination and combat capability than the previous one they had encountered; bullets flew everywhere without hitting anyone accurately.

Mo Yao said in a low voice, "Wu Shuang, lead your team to突擊東南方向，把你最熟悉的危險地帶引開他們，人多勢眾，讓風雲也一起走。"

"不行！"在一片槍聲中，無雙低聲喊道，“我們都走了，你和小白怎麼辦？”

"Did you hear the sound of the helicopter" Mo Yao said in a low voice, "Soon there will be over a hundred paratroopers landing. If we don't move, we'll all die here. You lead them away, and I will take Little White to continue moving southeast. Wait for you there."

Wu Shuang frowned; the sound of helicopters grew louder, and eight Black Widows had gathered in the sky. Wu Shuang gritted his teeth, waved Feng Yun forward, and they headed southeast while Mo Yao held Little White behind a rock.

Wu Shuang and Feng Yun advanced towards the southeast direction at an assault speed that was particularly fast; these special forces were clearly well-trained and moved freely in the jungle. They were covered with leaves and branches like ghosts, chasing after them.

Mo Yao tried to count the number of people—it looked like ten—so he waited quietly. Once Wu Shuang had drawn them away, he needed to remain silent; firing would only bring them back.

Mo Yao put Little White down and used binoculars to survey the surroundings; at dawn, everything was gray and dark, making it extremely difficult to distinguish people from greenery. Mo Yao could only wait. swept over Lin Ning, seeing him staring fiercely at their clasped hands, as if he was going to cut off someone's hand. Mo Baibai firmly believed that this person wouldn't be Cai Xiaojing.The Movie Em...