Chapter 702

made him feel hurt...A dull ache.He had never felt this kind of pain until now, and it was brought on by her.Was this how she rejected him"I understand," Tu Di said. He was a gentleman who always main...Chapter 702

Ji Bing watched Mo Xiaobai leave. She didn't know how to face him anymore. He said he destroyed her happiness and her home, so he wanted to compensate her, but this kind of compensation was not what she wanted. Since she couldn't recall her past memories, she also couldn't remember whether or not Bai had ever killed her family members. It felt like she was listening to someone else's story; if the protagonist were herself, she would feel ill at ease.

Ji Bing thought that she wouldn't hate Xiaobai.

No matter whether Xiaobai truly murdered her fiancé or caused her family’s downfall, she wouldn’t hate him unless she forgot everything from the past two years. Those two years of sincere care and affection were worth more than anything else. No one could possibly hate a man like Xiaobai. Ji Bing had once believed that Xiaobai loved her; now it seemed she was merely his shield.

Mò Xiaobái wandered outside alone until nightfall, then couldn't help but go to the pier where Mò Yáo had met with an accident and kept replaying what happened before the incident. If only he hadn’t made that phone call.

If only he hadn’t made that phone call, perhaps Mò Yáo wouldn't have disappeared under mysterious circumstances. It would be difficult for anyone to scheme against Mò Yáo unless they ignored dangers around them and were distracted—Mò Yáo's distraction was caused by him.

Mò Xiaobái looked up at the cloudy sky over the port, which mirrored his mood; in his eyes, there was only despair left.

Bro, where are you

Now he wouldn’t even dare to return to the city of novelists, afraid to see Mo Ye and Shiyi's sorrow, afraid to see everyone’s regretful and sad expressions. He was scared to face all this and couldn't help but want to hide.

Perhaps only Mo Yao's return would make him forget everything.

Suddenly, a smell of heroin filled the air. To someone who was detoxing and had a severe mental addiction, drugs were a fatal temptation. The strong scent of drugs in the air carried hints of seduction and darkness, making Mo Xiaobai’s breathing suddenly quicken. Heroin triggered his mental addiction; he always had it, but he managed to control himself mainly because every time he succumbed to it, Mo Yao was by his side encouraging him not to relapse. Even if Mo Yao wasn't around, there were Wu Shuang and Mo Chen, Bai Ye who would help him. Mo Xiaobai never made a mistake.

This time was clearly different.

He was alone at the dock where something happened to Mo Yao, repeatedly replaying what had occurred. 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 been in such a low point in his life, devoid of faith and emotions, overwhelmed by despair. At this moment, Mo Xiaobai could only think about Mo Yao.

At his most vulnerable, remorseful, and desperate moment, drugs appeared, and Mo Xiaobai's body began to react intensely to the temptation, leading him unconsciously towards that dark place.

The pier is a frequent spot for drug transactions, with many people engaging in such activities there. At this time, the place was sparsely populated, and a few men wearing caps walked around waiting for customers. Three disheveled-looking women approached one tall thin man asking for drugs; he handed them a small packet of heroin, they gave him the money, and left eagerly with it.

Their hurried footsteps carried the air of drug addicts.

Mosai watched from afar as the scent became increasingly intense, enticing him to try. A voice in his mind kept urging him to relapse, promising that all worries would vanish if he did so.

He stood there at a distance, recalling Mo Yun's scolding when he had an urge for drugs; it felt like just yesterday. Mosai turned back and walked away but returned after a few steps, repeating this behavior several times. One of the young drug dealers noticed his struggle and approached him proactively to ask if he wanted something.

Mosai's situation could be seen on many addicts: wanting to use drugs yet hesitating; some hadn't used them before but were tempted by the idea, while others had just quit and couldn’t resist anymore. With a little coaxing, they could easily fall into temptation again.

Mosai was impeccably dressed in gentlemanly attire that exuded charm and sexiness, making it hard to believe he was an addict. He appeared so upright that few would associate him with drug use unless they were intrigued by the allure of trying something new.

The young man saw Mosai staring intently at him and felt a shiver run down his spine. From Mosai's appearance, he guessed that the man might be wealthy, which gave him courage to approach and question Mosai.

The young man handed Mo Xiaobai a very high-purity drug, pure white in color. Just by looking at the purity and quality, Mo Xiaobai could tell that it was most likely from Paris Nen. As he looked at these white powders, his fingertips twitched slightly, and an intense craving surged within him.

He wanted this kind of life; he wanted to feel this pain. He didn't want to sink into the despair of losing Mo Yao again. He wanted to indulge himself.

He asked the young man, "How much do you have"

The young man saw that he had caught a big buyer and took out all his stock—200 grams in total, enough for him to use for quite some time. The young man said that if Mo Xiaobai bought it all at once, he could give him a discount. Looking at the drugs, Mo Xiaobai's mind felt like two people were wrestling inside. One was yelling not to touch them, warning that another encounter with this would lead down an endless abyss from which there would be no escape back to clarity. The other voice screamed crazily for him to forget everything, forget such despair and only seek pleasure.

Mo Xiaobai's eyes began to look dazed. He hadn't made a decision in quite some time; the young man was starting to become impatient with him, asking if he wanted it or not. At this moment, a couple of drug-addicted lovers approached another young man to buy drugs. They looked gaunt and listless, as though they had been struggling with their addiction for a while now. There was no trace of sunshine or emotions on their faces—only exhaustion, indulgence, and sex.

The hand Mo Xiaobai had extended to take the drug withdrew again. Did he want to end up like them The difficulties in overcoming his addiction were still vividly clear in his mind, as well as all the painful events that occurred during that period and the hallucinations it inflicted upon him. He was more aware than anyone else of how serious his condition would be compared to these drug addicts. Did he really want to live like this Could he indulge himself so completely without a care for himselfs head spinning."Scum, you dare grope my Jin; I’ll trample you to death," the woman continued kicking Mo Xiaobai several times in rapid succession. Mo Xiaobai curled up and avoided her attacks on vita...