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n Ning let out a scoff and, with an air of profundity, said: “Whether something is true or false, it's both true and false. When something is false, it can also be true.”……Ye Fei and Gu Rui greeted ea...Ji Bing watched Mo Xiaobai leave, she didn't know how to face Mo Xiaobai anymore. He said he destroyed her happiness and her family, so he wanted to compensate her. However, this compensation was not what she wanted.

She doesn't remember past memories, and she can't recall whether Xiao Bai had ever killed her family. She felt like she was listening to someone else's story, a story about her, but it didn't feel real. She was struggling to adapt. 。Ji Bing thought to herself, she wouldn't hate Xiaobai. 。No matter whether Xiaobai really killed her fiancé or caused her family to fall apart, she didn't hate Xiaobai. Unless she forgot everything that happened in the past two years. 。The past two years of true care and love outweigh everything. 。It's impossible to hate a man like Xiao Bai. 。Ji Bing once thought Xiaobai loved her, but now it seems she was just a shield for him. The person he truly loves has always been his brother. 。She envies Mo Yao, for being able to receive such love from Xiaobai. 。Mo Xiaobai wandered outside until it got dark. He couldn't help but walk to the pier where Mo Yao had an accident, replaying what happened before Mo Yao's accident over and over again. If he hadn't made that phone call... 。If he hadn't made that call, perhaps Mo Yao wouldn't have disappeared without a trace. It would be difficult for anyone to plot against Mo Yao unless he ignored the dangers around him and became careless. After all, he was simply oblivious. 。Mo Xiaobai looked up at the sky over the port. It was a gloomy gray, just like his mood. In his eyes, there was nothing but despair. 。Brother, where are you nowHe doesn't even dare to go home now, he doesn't dare, afraid of seeing Mo Ye and Eleven's sadness, afraid of seeing the regretful and sorrowful expressions of everyone, he is afraid to face all this, he can't help but want to hide 。Perhaps only Mo Yao's return can make him forget all this. 。 Suddenly, a smell wafted through the air. For someone undergoing detoxification and struggling with intense cravings, drugs were a deadly temptation, the scent of narcotics in the air thick and overpowering. 。With a seductive and dark aura, Mo Xiaobai's breathing became rapid, stirring up his cravings. His cravings had always been there, but he managed to endure them, mainly because every time they surfaced, Mo Yao would be by his side, encouraging him and preventing him from relapsing. 。Even if Mo Yuan is not around, he still has Wu Shuang and Mo Chen, Bai Ye. Someone will always help him. Mo Xiao Bai has never made a mistake. 。This time was clearly different 。He was alone at the pier where Mo Yao had an accident, replaying what happened over and over. He was in his most desperate state, everything pushing him to accept the news of Mo Yao's death. 。He couldn't bear it, he had never experienced such a low point in his life. He lost his faith, his emotions, and an empty despair engulfed him. 。if he could be his best man. Mo Yao's first reaction was, "I'm about to become a saint!" 。He instinctively wanted to refuse, but Mo Xiaobai said pitifully, no one was going to be his best man, Mo Yao...