Ji Yao's nose was red, and she looked up at him with her head tilted back. Her tightly pursed lips held a hint of stubbornness, and her head was lowered. Her shoulders were trembling, and she looked so pitiful.

Mo Yanyu frowned, reached out and lifted her chin, forcing Ji Yao to look up at him, her face completely exposed to Mo Yanyu's gaze, her slightly red and watery eyes could no longer be concealed.

"Why are you crying?" Mo Yanyu's eyes flickered slightly. He felt inexplicably agitated, and his emotions came on inexplicably, which he couldn't quite understand for the moment.

"You don't want me anymore, and you won't even let me cry. Is it wrong for me to vent my emotions? Mo Yanyu, you hate me so much."

Ji Yao cried uncontrollably, hiccuping as she tearfully accused him in a pitiful tone.

Then, in a fit of pique, she turned her head away, broke free from his hand, and tears streamed down her face. She bit her lip, her body trembling slightly, and she cried uncontrollably.

Mo Yanyu's brow twitched, and her temples throbbed violently. Looking at her pitiful appearance, she felt a pang of sympathy.

His fingers twitched unconsciously, slowly lifting up and reaching towards Ji Yao's cheek. Finally, he covered her cheek and gently wiped away her tears.

He instinctively coaxed, "Don't cry."

He had done this action countless times during the time they were together, to the point that he was so skilled that he could perform the action almost without thinking.

However, this subconscious action caused Ji Yao's tears to flow even more, like a tap that had been turned on, unstoppable and impossible to stop.

His fingers were slightly cool, and his movements were a little clumsy as he gently wiped away the tears on his face. There was even a hint of heartache in his eyes.

Ji Yao could no longer control herself. She knew this was wrong, but what could she do?

Just a familiar gesture, a gesture tinged with a hint of tenderness, was enough to make her disregard the hand she was holding.

Just like three years ago, she knew she was useless, but in front of him, as long as he showed the slightest bit of heartache or tenderness, she felt powerless to resist.

"Yan Yan, let's not break up, okay?"

Her voice was choked with emotion, and her beautiful face was streaked with tears as she kept repeating the same sentence.

"People have to grow up eventually. If you think back carefully, you'll find that you got through the three years without me, and even better than when I was by your side." Mo Yanyu seemed to realize her loss of composure, her movements stiffened, she clenched her fist, and abruptly withdrew her hand, putting it behind her back.

Ji Yao rushed over and hugged him without thinking, her voice thick with emotion, "No, not at all. How can I live well without you?"

She didn't know if others could be as calm and composed as Mo Yanyu, but she couldn't. She liked him so much, so much that she couldn't control herself, so much that just hearing about his breakup made her feel heartbroken and unable to breathe.

"Mo Yanyu, how could you do this? Don't you mean anything by what you said?"

"How could you be so heartless? Why don't you want me? Why don't you want me? Did I do something wrong? I'll be good from now on, please don't leave me?"

The questions kept coming in, and it was right at the bar entrance. Soon, small groups of people gathered around, and the way they looked at Mo Qing and the other two was quite subtle.

Especially when a very handsome man is holding a tearful girl in his arms, it's so misleading.

There was also an extremely beautiful girl standing next to him, and anyone would be tempted to imagine a melodramatic scene.

Mo Qing ignored the subtle glances from others. She had known Yao Yao for almost two and a half years, and this was the first time she had heard Ji Yao question her with such despair and loneliness, though her words were filled with more grievance than anything else.

It's so touching that you feel sorry for her and want to go up and hug her.

For the first time, I had the thought of blaming my brother.

Mo Yanyu felt that whether it was three years ago or now, Ji Yao was his nemesis. Apart from Mo Mo, he always seemed to give in in front of her. Once it started, it became unstoppable.

He wanted to push her away, but this time Ji Yao was prepared. Looking at her slender arms, she held on tightly, and he couldn't push her away no matter what.

Mo Yanyu looked calmly at Mo Qing, seemingly pulling her away silently, but Mo Qing innocently and shrugged at him, spreading her hands.

It means she is powerless to help.

She's so desperate right now she just wants to find somewhere to hide and leave them alone, how could she possibly go up and help them?

Anyone with eyes can see that this situation is better resolved by the two of them. Right now, she looks like a third wheel, and a 1500-watt one at that.

"Brother, how about... how about we take a taxi to send Yao Yao back to school first, and then take a taxi back to pick me up?" Mo Qing tugged at Mo Yanyu's sleeve and suggested in a low voice.

Mo Yanyu looked down at Ji Yao, who was clinging to her tightly and crying uncontrollably, and frowned with an inscrutable expression. "You're coming with me."

Mo Qing blinked, looking very innocent and pure, "...I just thought that it would be fine if you took Yao Yao back, brother. I don't need to go with you. I'll just stay here with you and wait for you to come back and pick me up."

Mo Yanyu paused slightly, her deep, quiet eyes looking at Mo Qing with a cool gaze. Within seconds, Mo Qing raised her hands in surrender, "OK, OK, I know, I'll go too."

When she met her brother's calm eyes, she knew it was hopeless. Okay, Yao Yao, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I'm powerless to do anything about it.

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