Leaning against the bar, watching the customers coming and going, some drowning their sorrows, some laughing, some feeling down, some looking dejected—it seemed that everyone who came to the bar was looking for fun and drowning their sorrows.

Or some people come simply to drink and party.

But what about him?

What exactly was his purpose in opening this bar...?

He was starting to lose track of his original purpose for opening the bar.

Does he want to sink into depravity, or does he want to save others?

Over the years, he has seen countless women of all kinds.

But it seems that no one can ever be like him.

He didn't know what he wanted, nor did he know how he had gotten through all these years.

No future, no idea what I want, just drifting through life in this chaotic way…

In two days it will be Momo's 18th birthday, but he is getting more and more anxious.

Because he knew that once he was an adult...

Momo will drift further and further away from him.

So much so that... I can no longer touch her...

Perhaps it's time to end this.

He should return to his old life. This kind of self-indulgence, which will never end, is a path only a coward would choose.

But he, Mo Tingqi, was never a coward. No matter how difficult or unbearable it was, he would grit his teeth and get through it.

Just as the moon waxes and wanes, so too do people experience joy and sorrow, separation and reunion. If there is no destiny between us, why force it?

Besides, she was Momo, whom they had spoiled since she was a child. How could he bear to make things difficult for her or to make her sad?

"Momo?"

Mo Yanyu looked at the wet strands of hair on her forehead with surprise, and frowned slightly. "Did you get caught in the rain?"

Mo Xiaoqing smiled at him, feigning nonchalance, and winked playfully. "It's nothing, Qiao Qian'an just came by, so I went out for a bit."

Mo Yanyu raised an eyebrow, "Did you have a fight?"

Do you think I would still argue with him now?

Mo Yanyu fell silent. Indeed, if it were in the past, the two of them would likely have started arguing as soon as they met, but the situation was completely different now.

He calmly chose to skip the topic, asking, "And where did you get the thing in your hand?"

Mo Xiaoqing looked down at the box in her hand, picked it up and shook it, and answered calmly, "Third Brother just came by."

Mo Yanyu frowned, a bad feeling welling up inside her, but she chose not to ask anything.

Mo Xiaoqing is an exceptionally intelligent person. Even though she is still considered a young girl by the Mo family, her intuition is always remarkably accurate.

Since that night… she had vaguely sensed that her third brother was somewhat distant from her, and it was the kind of distance that was intentional or unintentional.

Even her own brother's gaze always held a complex mix of emotions she couldn't decipher...

But she was so shrewd that even though she sensed it, she pretended not to notice anything and played dumb.

"Go to sleep early, everything will be fine after a good night's sleep," he gently rubbed Mo Xiaoqing's head.

Mo Xiaoqing was clearly preoccupied, no longer laughing carefree as usual.

"elder brother…"

But Mo Yanyu seemed to have suddenly gained the ability to read minds, and interrupted her before she could finish speaking.

"Momo, growing up is like this. You gain some things and you lose others. But you have to learn to let go. Only by letting go can you continue to survive in this society. Otherwise, you will only be trapped in the cage you set for yourself and struggle in vain!"

Mo Xiaoqing's eyes were helpless and blank as she murmured to herself, "Brother... I think I did something wrong..."

During this time, those around her suffered various forms of harm because of her, both physically and emotionally, none of which she desired…

All she wanted was for everyone to be happy and safe every day.

"I always thought I was doing things for his own good, but I never imagined it would cause him so much pain..."

If Qiao Qian'an hadn't suddenly come to her place today, she would never have known that he had lost so much weight, completely different from the proud and dazzling Qiao Qian'an she knew before.

His gradual weight loss was obvious to anyone with eyes to see...

Mo Yanyu glanced at the cold floor in the hall. The snow-white floor cast a long shadow due to the lighting, and the owner of that shadow had lost his usual lively and cheerful smile.

At this moment, he was like that shadow, silent and taciturn.

He lowered his eyes and advised helplessly, "Momo, everyone loses and gains every day, it all depends on how you look at it, but if you keep struggling in the same place, you will only make yourself more and more miserable!"

Although he is still struggling within the circle he drew himself, Momo's situation is completely different from his.

That's why he hoped Momo could emerge from the fog as soon as possible and not fall into a dead end...

His long, elegant fingers slid down her hair to her smooth forehead, gently tapping it as he whispered,

"Momo, your brother doesn't like seeing you frown. My Momo deserves the best in the world, and should be smiling as brightly as ever, brighter than a flower!"

Mo Xiaoqing blinked her large, beautiful eyes, which were clear and bright, and looked as enchanting as a misty rain.

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