al.He didn't say a word. He was warm, a little sad, and also self-deprecating. You pushed him out of your life yourself, so what are you complaining about nowBut that Christmas Day, he clearly said he...The Black Widow hovered above Mo Yao and the others for more than half an hour, seemingly confirming that no one was moving. They were not in this generation, so they left, and the entire forest fell silent again. Wushuang and Fengyun could judge the distance of the plane, so they turned on the lights on their firearms and carefully walked through the forest. Walking and stopping, stopping and walking, after more than an hour, the Black Widow came back.

"Another curse, there's no end to them!" she muttered. She ducked with Fengyun in the bushes, while Moyao held Xiaobai near a rock. They had checked another location and found no one, but two helicopters returned. Moyao put down Xiaobai, who woke up. In the darkness, his eyes shone like two black opals. He asked, "What happened"

Mo Yao said, "It's okay, go to sleep."

Mò Xiǎobái looked at him in confusion. Mò Yáo felt this was Mò Xiǎobái's clearest moment in days. He could think, he could speak, and his emotions were calm. Now Mò Yáo was afraid that Mò Xiǎobái would lose control. If he screamed, the people above would know they were below. Then bullets would come raining down like the water, and there would be no stopping them. So Mò Yáo watched Mò Xiǎobái nervously...

Mo Xiaobai looked up. There was no moon tonight, and even if there was, it would be blocked by the dense forest. Mo Yao saw a deep despair in his eyes. His heart ached, so he hurriedly asked him what was wrong

Xiao Bai shook his head, mumbling to himself, "Will I ever get better""

"Nonsense!" Mo Yao hushed him, gripping his head and saying in a low voice, "It's okay, you'll be alright. Bai Ye Uncle said you'll be alright."

"Really"

Mo Yao nodded. "Really, at noon Wu Shuang received a message, Mo Chen said it himself. My mom was even worse back then, but in the end, wasn't she okay You'll be fine."

Mo Xiaobai leaned against the rock, his eyes filled with tears but none fell. He just seemed lost in thought. Mo Yao didn't know what he was thinking, and at this moment, he didn't want Mo Xiaobai to be alone with his thoughts. He pulled him over and let him lean against his chest, his iron arm powerfully holding him.

"Little White, you will get better."

"I heard my sister say that I might have to have my leg amputated."

"I'll give you my leg," Mo Yao said, gently touching his face. "Don't say discouraging words, okay The wound infection isn't serious, it's under control, nothing will happen."

Mo Xiaobai remained silent, he was much more docile than when he was in the cell. Mo Yao couldn't tell if Xiao Bai's reaction in the cell was that he truly didn't want to be saved, or just his own misconception.

Mo Xiaobai didn't say anything, and he didn't ask. About that period of time, he never asked Xiaobai a single word.

"You must be tired, take a nap." Mo Yao said, Mo Xiaobai grabbed his hand, Xiaobai's hand had no strength, Mo Yao took the initiative to put his hand in his palm, Mo Xiaobai said, "Brother... don't beat me anymore, okay"

Mo Yao's eyes stung, his chin resting against the top of his head, tears welling up. His heart ached endlessly, "Okay, I won't hit you, brother won't hit you, never will."

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

"I was wrong, I won't do it again." Mo Yao said, Wu Shuang frowned, thinking that Xiaobai was a little off. For so many days, he had never been as calm as he was now. But she couldn't tell what was strange about him for a while.

"I... never again, never again." Mo Yao murmured to himself. Mo Xiaobai's fingertips touched his palm and a slight smile appeared on her face, "Then I forgive you."

"Xiao Bai" Mo Yao looked at him in surprise. Mo Xiao Bai didn't look at him, just kept repeating the same sentence, "I forgive you, I don't blame you."

"Don't forgive me, never, just hate me like this, it's okay, hate me freely, ge will always love you." Even if you hate me, Mo Yao seemed to no longer avoid this word, and even seemed eager to express his love. He couldn't tell what kind of reaction he wanted from Xiaobai, or what he hoped for, he just wanted to tell him all his love.

Mo Xiaobai shook his head, “No, I forgive you.”

Mo Yao kissed his hair, Mo Xiaobai quieted in his arms for a long while. Mo Yao felt his muscles twisting and his body trembling, thinking that he had another relapse of his addiction. However, Mo Xiaobai shook his head, just saying he was cold. Mo Yao held him tighter. If he could make a fire, he would have done it immediately to warm Xiaobai's body.

He rubbed his arms, creating friction and warmth, "Better"

Mo Xiaobai didn't answer. Mo Yao wanted to take a thick blanket and cover him, but Mo Xiaobai shook his head, "Just hold me like this and let me stay for a while."

Mo Yao nodded, hugging him tightly. If it were usual, Mo Yao would have noticed something was wrong with Xiao Bai, but Xiao Bai had been unconscious for a long time. After coming out, besides going crazy, he hadn't said a proper word to Mo Yao. At this moment, even though his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, it sounded like music to Mo Yao's ears.

"Am I being too willful" Mo Xiaobai asked Mo Yao, "Have you ever been bothered by me...I want the truth."

"No!"

"Really"

"Really." Mo Yao said, their fingers intertwined, "How could I possibly get tired of you You're willful and selfish, but if you weren't willful and selfish, you wouldn't be Xiaobai. Sometimes you make me sad, sometimes I'm in pain, but none of it compares to the happiness you give me. Really, when you're by my side, I feel like I need nothing else. When you're with me in the study, I'd rather time just stopped, I'd rather just have you stay with me until we're old. How could I ever get tired of you Never."

Mo Xiaobai seemed very happy, "I hated you when I was in prison."

I know.

"I don't know what to hate, I don't know what to hate you for, I just tell myself to hate you, but I can't die, there's no way I can die, if I die..." Mo Xiaobai trembled again, Mo Yao hurriedly hugged her tighter, "Are you cold"

Mo Xiaobai nodded. Mo Yao didn't know what other way he could make him warmer. Mo Xiaobai was very tired and didn't want to speak, just leaning wearily, he needed to recover his strength. Not saying a word seemed like it cost him his life. Mo Yao wanted him to rest, but Mo Xiaobai refused. He wanted to lie in his arms and talk to him.

Understanding is a strange thing, it naturally arises between people. Mo Yao didn't force him, when Mo Xiaobai wanted to drink water, he fed him a little, Xiaobai felt a bit better and raised his head to look at the sky, the oppressive leaves blocked out the light.

What do you want to see

"Sunlight." Mo Xiaobai said, he suddenly stopped, his mind filled with hallucinations and blurry shadows. He wanted to tell Mo Yao that before he was drugged and taken onto the plane, he saw Bai Liu, but he suddenly didn't want to say it. He thought that part of the reason he hated Mo Yao so much might be this.

Wushuang suddenly said, “Xiaobai, you've been talking too much, why don't you take a nap”

Mò Xiǎobái seemed to not hear, he looked at Mò Yuǎo and asked, “Do you know what I still thought about in the prison cell”

"What are you thinking"

"I was thinking, why would you love me" Mo Xiaobai said. "I can't understand it, I'm in pain. During those days, the only time I was clear-headed, I just thought, why would you love me I don't understand."

"I don't understand either," Mo Yao said. "If you don't understand, don't think about it. Not everything needs to be understood."

Mo Xiaobai smiled, his smile stretching the corners of his lips, causing a slight ache. Mo Xiaobai groaned, "I'm in so much pain...Brother, I'm in so much pain, I can barely bear it... It's so hard..."

"Be good, it's alright. In a few days, it will be over." Mo Yao knew he was in pain, that thing wasn't something a human could bear. He didn't even know what kind of pain Mo Xiaobai was experiencing at this moment, wishing he could feel the same pain, even if he couldn't share any of it, he wanted to suffer together.

"Brother, can you let me kiss you" Mo Xiaobai asked. Mo Yao was a little strange as to why he would have such a request. Mo Xiaobai said, "When we were in Berlin, I should have kissed you."

Mo Yao lowered her head and kissed him on the lips, gently sucking his lip. Mo Xiaobai pushed him back slightly, stubbornly insisting that he kiss him. Mo Yao couldn't help but laugh and cry. Mo Xiaobai was sometimes so stubborn that you couldn't do anything about it.

Wu Shuang was starting to get fed up. Her brows furrowed tightly in pain. It hurt more than when Kaka had rejected her.

Moyeiao raised his body slightly, allowing Mo Xiaobai to sit on his lap. Mo Xiaobai leaned softly against his neck, trembling as he moved closer to kiss Moyeiao's lips. Moyeiao leaned back, making it easier for Xiaobai to press down. Mo Xiaobai kissed with great seriousness. This was his first time kissing Moyeiao. He was very clear-headed at this moment, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was doing something he had wanted to do for a long time.

He kissed very attentively, Mo Yao proactively opened her lips to let him in. The two entangled their tongues. Mo Xiaobai closed his eyes, his face had intoxication, but also pain. Mo Yao held his head, letting him pull away slightly...

Enough, that's enough.

Mo Xiaobai smiled, even though he was so thin that he looked like a skeleton, pale and haggard. Even in his state of disarray, his smile remained beautiful. Mo Yao's heart softened to the point of helplessness. Mo Xiaobai said, "I should have done this when I was in Berlin... Brother, I forgive you, big brother..."

He kept apologizing today, and Mo Yao was a little confused.

Mo Xiaobai's body softened again, Mo Yao hurriedly hugged him. Xiaobai said, "I'm sorry to Ji Bing, and even more sorry to you, brother. Thank you for loving me."

Wu Shuang's back surged with a wave of icy cold, her body reacting faster than her brain, she rushed toward Mo Xiaobai. Mo Xiaobai suddenly pushed away Mo Yao, and in his hand, he held a military bayonet at some unknown point in time, stabbing straight towards his own chest...

I'm working on the manuscript for a book about golden medals, and it's due this month. It will be released in June, so I might not make the deadline. I've been working late into the night, so the second update will be delayed. I promise to post it before 6 PM. (__)嘻……hought, she would kill her father 。The diary ends here with the account of my mother’s attempts to break the curse. 。Warmth wanted to glean some information from the whispers behind, but there was no...