his knuckles turning white. He had no strength to push away Mo Yao, but Mo Yao just looked at him, without kissing him again. Xiaobai's vision was blurring badly; Mo Yao's face transformed into some... adult.Mo Xiaobai was still the lively little white, until Chinese New Year, Mo Yao hadn't seen Xiaobai recover his memory. That part of him, who gradually disappeared as he detoxified from the poison...