Chapter 642

fate; it was as if she had been struck by lightning, unable to accept the news and deeply distressed. Ye Feimo worried even more; he concealed some facts and only informed Wannuan that Wenjing joined...Chapter 642

The days in Berlin were leisurely and slow. After resting for two days, Mo Yao's external injuries had recovered by fifty percent, and he looked much more energetic. Mo Xiaobai took very good care of him, so his body was recovering well too. He hadn't been throwing tantrums these past couple of days either; he was being extremely obedient, trying all sorts of ways to win his favor, just in case he angered him again. Although Mo Yao found it strange, since Xiao Bai was making the first move by showing friendliness, he naturally accepted it.

On the other hand, Bao Liu had several times wanted to say something but ended up not saying anything at all. Over these few days, Mo Yao's mood had been inexplicably good even though he couldn't go anywhere and was confined to his home.

This noon after lunch, Mo Xiaobai asked, "Boss, you've stayed in bed for two whole days now; your body must be covered with mold. Shall we go out and take a walk I haven't really had time to properly look around Berlin."

Today the sun was shining brightly. Berlin itself was already such a beautiful city that it looked different whether one visited during day or night, and he did want to go out for a stroll too. Mo Yao asked Bao Liu, "Bao Liu, do you want to come along"

Mo Xiaobai smiled amiably at Bao Liu. There was something bothering Bao Liu; these past couple of days, Mo Xiaobai had kept looking at him with that smile on his face and it made him feel uneasy as though there were a sharp knife under his smile. He thought to himself, Where did I offend Mo Xiaobai After much consideration, he concluded that it was because of the injury that his mind was playing tricks on him and everything felt wrong. Yet now with Mo Xiaobai looking at him like this again, Bao Liu suddenly felt... repulsed.

Mo Xiaobai asked, "Do you want to come"

He asked it in a very rude way; even though his tone was soft, he wasn't stupid and could hear the rejection. It seemed as though his presence would disturb him and Mo Yao. Bao Liu thought to himself, Is this still my man I don’t feel like I'm being a third wheel here, but you think I’m in the way

Moyao glared at Mo Xiaobai, and Baio smilingly pretended not to understand the implications behind Mo Xiaobai's words, nodding calmly, "Alright then, I want to go out for a walk too."

Mo Xiaobai spat blood.

How could you be so tactless

Baio thought to himself that when would this third wheel disappear. There was too much ambiguity between him and Moyao, and he always wanted Moyao to give him a clear answer regarding whether they should be together or not. Clearly, Moyao had the intention of being with him. At the abandoned place, Baio could feel that Moyao wasn't without feelings for him either; whatever this feeling was, if a man is willing to risk his life for you, regardless of whether it's love, one would want to reciprocate.

But unfortunately, Mo Xiaobai was such a glaring third wheel. He and Moyao almost never had any private space alone together; as soon as Moyao sat down to talk with him, Mo Xiaobai would show up uninvited, as if he were trying to whisk his brother away.

With his little brother around, there were too many things in his heart that he couldn't say. This matter was thus put off.

This wasn't Baio's character; he had long wanted an opportunity to make clear to Moyao whether or not he wanted him.

Moxiaobai and Bai Liu did not exchange any harsh words, but they found each other increasingly repulsive.

So the three of them left together.

In truth, Moxiaobai wasn't really in the mood to tour Berlin. To be honest, he had been everywhere and seen all kinds of beautiful scenery, so Berlin was far from being one of the most beautiful cities for him—it couldn’t even make it into the top ten. He just wanted to take a walk with his boss, but living under the same roof with them made him quite uncomfortable.

The sight of these three walking together was slightly shocking. One was incomparably charming, another was irresistibly attractive, and the third was elegantly refined—walking in a row would be quite eye-catching, with everyone turning to look at them without fail.

Bai Liu's injuries healed slowly, so walking for too long naturally caused some discomfort. The same could be said for Mo Yao, which is why Moxiaobai originally didn't plan on going far and just wanted to walk around the Brandenburg Gate area. This was where Bai Liu painted, a place he had visited many times without finding anything particularly new or interesting. Mo Yao wasn’t very appreciative of art, but Moxiaobai was quite interested; he eagerly told Mo Yao stories about the Brandenburg Gate, which symbolized Germany's reunification.

Mo Yao thought to himself, "Isn't it just a gate"

However, when there wasn’t anything to say, he wouldn’t say anything and wouldn’t dampen Moxiaobai’s enthusiasm either.

Bai Liu didn't particularly like Moxiaobai, but he had to admit that the guy was impressively knowledgeable. He seemed to know everything about the Brandenburg Gate, listing many symbols of European reunification in an organized and coherent manner, as if telling a story. It was quite an enjoyable experience.

After walking for an hour, Mo Yao and Bai Liu felt a bit tired. They could either head back home or take some rest. As this was such a rare outing, Mo Yao didn’t want to return too early; he had been lying around feeling stagnant these past few days. Both Mo Xiaobai and Bai Liu suggested they sit by菩提樹大街 (Bodhi Tree Avenue). Mo Yao had no objections. The street was bustling with people, and the outdoor cafes were almost full in the afternoon sun. There were both locals and tourists there, enjoying rich coffee and chocolate aromas wafting around. Mo Yao and Bai Liu sat on a long bench waiting for a table while Mo Xiaobai took pictures nearby. He wanted to take solo shots of Mo Yao, but with Bai Liu always by his side, he refused to be photographed with him. This made it hard to crop the photos.

Mo Xiaobai’s eyes twinkled, "Boss, Boss, let’s move somewhere else; this background is too ugly."

Mo Yao rarely agreed to having his picture taken, but if Mo Xiaobai wanted to take them, he had no objections. He cooperated by getting up and changing the background to Brandenburg Gate. Mo Xiaobai snapped a few candid shots and took several full-on portraits. As long as the model was good-looking, any photo would be beautiful.

Bai Liu stood by thoughtfully; even an idiot could tell how much Mo Xiaobai detested him. The feeling was obvious, especially since Bai Liu himself was a smart and perceptive person. If he hadn’t known Mo Yao for so long, he wouldn’t have noticed this detail. He usually had a cold expression that hid his emotions, but he knew that Mo Yao was very happy.

Whether at home or now, Mo Yao was happy.

This happiness wasn’t about how brightly he smiled; it was a relaxed joy, carefree and worry-free, as if nothing needed to be managed. As long as this person was before him, that would suffice. Although he didn’t smile, his brows were unusually gentle.

Bai Liu found this strange. He hadn’t known Mo Yao for very long but felt he understood him well enough. For Mo Yao to appear so relaxed, the person with him must be someone incredibly close to him.

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