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The little white guy had survived the early stages of detoxification. Despite his previous charm, he now looked like a typical bamboo pole, thin and frail. When he woke up, it took him a while to focus on Mo Yao. Bai Ye said that from today onwards, Little White would gradually regain his senses and wouldn't be in a constant daze anymore. Mo Yao and Ye Wei were very worried because Little White barely recognized anyone. During this period, he seemed to have gone through hell; everything was confusing and incomprehensible.

Mo Yao even hoped that Little White could forget this past. As long as he could return to his previous smiley self, Mo Yao wouldn't mind anything else. This heavy memory, he didn’t want Xiao Bai to remember. Both Bai Ye and Su Man said that the virus would have an impact on Little White's nervous system. Afraid that Little White might completely change into a different person, Mo Yao stayed by his side all night.

When Little White woke up, his eyes rolled around, glancing from Mo Yao to Ye Wei, then to Eleven, and finally to Mo Jue and Mo Ye; he was utterly confused, unable to understand what was happening before him.

Suddenly, a bright smile appeared on his face, as sunny and radiant as ever. It was the kind of obediently lively smile from before, "Hey, Mommy, Big Brother, what's wrong Why do you look like this"

They had considered all possible scenarios when Little White would wake up, but they never imagined he'd be so nonchalant, still smiling as if nothing happened. This was an abnormal smile in a normal state; it was impossible for someone who's gone through so much to still be able to smile like this. Ye Wei and Mo Yao scrutinized him from every angle but found no signs of anything unusual. Wu Shuang went out to call Bai Ye and Su Man.

After resting overnight, when Wu Shuang barged into their room, she felt a bit awkward. Although they knew that Bai Ye and Su Man were lovers, seeing them hugging each other while sleeping made her feel shy. She quickly retreated without even knocking on the door.

Bai Ye tidied up his clothes and came out after washing up, giving Wu Shuang a teasing look, "What did you see Why are you blushing like that"

They hadn’t done anything last night; they were too exhausted to do anything. Su Man was so tired he just slept, and Bai Ye fell asleep right after helping him take a bath. There wasn't any sign of intimacy on their bodies, Wu Shuang cleared her throat and said with a tilted head, "I was just imagining how Little White might hug you while sleeping in the future; it seemed quite affectionate."

Bai Ye's smile looked somewhat forced, but Wu Shuang, excited by Xiao Bai's recovery, didn't notice. Bai Ye quickly composed himself to examine Little White.

Everything was normal. Everyone felt as if they had gone through an unreal dream; after experiencing a hellish ordeal, Little White suddenly returned to his carefree and smiling self again. Everyone felt quite depressed; Ye Wei wasn’t smiling at all.

Little White stared at Ye Wei with a slightly fearful expression, knowing that whenever she looked like this, he was going to get beaten up. He pouted pitifully, "Mommy, what did I do wrong"

Ye Wei smiled gently and affectionately, stroking his head, "It's okay. I'm just happy to see you awake."

Moh Baiwei was puzzled and stared at Ye Wei with wide eyes, asking Mo Jue, "Daddy, aren't you angry"

Mo Jue was confused, "Why should I be angry"

"Because Mommy is being so gentle to me. You should have punched me instead," Baiwei questioned, and everyone exchanged looks, thinking, Yes, it's not that Baiwei is abnormal; it's us who are.

Ye Wei's unusual gentleness and Mo Jue’s unexpected lack of rage were strange, but Baiwei remained unchanged. What had changed was their attitude towards him as if he were a delicate crystal that couldn't be dropped.

They treated him with care and protection, even being too cautious to speak loudly.

After Mo Baiwei woke up and didn’t quite get used to Ye Wei's gentleness, he wondered what was wrong with her. After Ye Wei took Baiye out, Mo Baiwei waved at Mo Yao. When Mo Yao came over, Mo Baiwei secretly asked, "Boss, is Mommy okay"

"She’s fine."

Mo Baiwei tilted his head and thought for a long time without figuring anything out. He also felt that the way Mo Yao looked at him was off—full of indulgence and warmth, like water drowning someone. Mo Baiwei was alarmed; Kaka truly felt everything was abnormal ever since Baiwei smiled. Yet however he looked at it, Mo Baiwei didn't seem to be pretending. Kaka asked, "Baiwei, are you okay"

Moh Baiwei shook his head. He seemed ready to pat his chest and say he was fine, but Moh Yao grabbed his wrist, stopping him from moving around. Moh Baiwei felt strange; then he noticed his hand. Each part of his body was slender and perfect: his neck, arms, legs, fingers, feet—each a masterpiece by God. His hands were always beautiful, yet now they looked like bones without flesh, long and clearly jointed, like the hands in horror movies. Mo Baiwei pouted; it was his favorite expression, but with no cheek fat to pout, it looked distorted.

Baiwei said, "Boss, mirror."

Moh Yao worriedly looked at Moh Baiwei. Suddenly, Baiwei yelled angrily, "Mirror!"

Everyone was startled, and the other members of Mohism who were talking outside rushed in, thinking something had happened. Mo Yaoye had already given a mirror to Mo Baixue, and Baixue took it and looked at himself without hesitation. His eyes widened even more.

He had charming almond-shaped eyes that weren’t overly large but also not small, perfect in proportion with slightly elongated eyelashes and high cheekbones, making his gaze very profound. Now, however, he appeared gaunt and emaciated, the skin on his face seemed to have shrunk, as if he were an elderly man of seventy or eighty years old, without any luster. His eyes were big, round, and bright, while his lips lacked color. Baixue pinched his own face with his hand and felt that it was so loose that he could pull up a layer of wrinkles.

Baixue was distressed; where had the beautiful visage gone Why did it look like this now

From shock to confusion to feeling deeply wounded, Baixue suddenly threw away the mirror. The small mirror shattered on impact with the ground. Everyone was startled again and thought that Bai Xiaoxue was going to lose his mind once more. He pulled the blanket over himself and hid inside it, wailing loudly, a sound often made when he felt wronged and acted like a spoiled brat…

Ye Wei was taken aback; Shiyi was helpless, Wu Shuang confused—who could tell them what had happened

Mojue said, "Bai, are you feeling unwell"

The group asked Bai Xiaoxue in a cacophony of voices. Suddenly, he pulled back the blanket and held his face with both hands, wincing because of the wounds caused by detoxification, then cried out, “Why has my face become like this”

"Ah! I don’t want to see people anymore. You all should leave. My face… aaaah!" he continued to cry out.

Bai Xiaoxue was an extremely vain person, a perfectionist whose sleeves were always perfectly paired with his shirt. Any damage to his appearance would result in an extreme reaction from him. If you dared to cause even the tiniest wound on his face, be prepared for him to take your life—he would definitely do it. Bai Xiaoxue’s care of this face was exceptional.

The group truly couldn’t understand; when Bai woke up, he didn’t care about the difficult times he had endured or the issues between him and the leader; there were no psychological shadows…

Was it just his nearly disfigured face that concerned him

Was it simply his beauty that mattered to him

Even Ye Wei, so sensitive a person, was momentarily dumbfounded and afraid of saying something that might upset Bai Xiaoxue further. "Hey, is no one sympathizing with me"

He almost looked like he was about to cry as he stared at them all, “I’m hurt, I’m feeling inferior… waaaahhh, mommy…”

Ye Wei was shocked, as this kind of blank slate behavior should be the most normal. That’s how he used to act in the past. But now she didn’t dare say it was normal. Wu Shuang said, "What are you yelling about It’ll take a while for him to recover, but he'll still end up being a hunk."

"None of you is allowed to take photos or leave mementos," the blank slate said indignantly. Everyone nodded in agreement. Suddenly, he shouted loudly, "I can’t take it anymore! What’s wrong with all of you Why have you all become so abnormal When did I turn into a girl that everyone has to be so careful around when speaking to me"

Everyone remained puzzled. Ye Wei suddenly slapped him on the head. The blank slate rubbed his head, and his masochistic nature kicked in as he looked at his violent mom with big, pitiful eyes, feeling a sense of soul returning home. "Mommy, it’s so great. You’ve finally returned to normal."

Ye Wei asked, "Do you know what’s wrong with you"

"Of course I do. I’m sick," Black Ink White Blank Slate replied matter-of-factly.

"What kind of sickness are you talking about"

"I got injured in Somalia. Why are all of you so worried" the blank slate asked. Mo Yao’s temples throbbed as his heart sank halfway. It had been five years since that incident in Somalia.

“Ah…” Seeing everyone's surprise, Black Ink White Blank Slate was also surprised and puzzled. Could it be that he wasn't right He looked at Mo Yao and asked, "Boss, what’s wrong with my cute little brother"

Mo Yao suddenly clenched his fists. Everyone seemed to understand that the blank slate had lost five years of memory, thinking he was still injured in Somalia and hadn’t recovered yet. But as soon as he thought this, the blank slate exclaimed again and slapped his head in frustration, “I need to call Ji Bing; she must be worried sick. Where’s my phone”

Mo Yao and Wu Shuang were once again puzzled. If Black Ink White Blank Slate's memory stopped at getting injured in Somalia, then how could he remember Ji Bing When he got injured in Somalia, Ji Bing was still unknown to him. They hadn’t met yet; if they had, why would his memories be so jumbled

"Who’s Ji Bing" Mo Yao asked.

Black Ink White Blank Slate scratched his head and felt a bit embarrassed. "My girlfriend. I was planning on bringing her back to Rome for my mommy and daddy to meet, then getting married."e Feimo was dressed in an iron-gray suit, standing upright at the podium with his usual cold and indifferent voice, but every word seemed to pierce through her heart.Hearing his voice made her skin cr...