Mo Xin made up his mind to leave at dawn.

He jumped out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked into the closet, starting to pack his luggage.

“We don’t need to bring too much stuff, just the essentials. We can buy the rest on the way,” Mo Xin said as he checked the forged documents he had prepared, explaining his “travel” plan to Liang Qiuchi.

He was rarely this excited, and even more rarely spoke so much. In fact, he didn’t want to give Liang Qiuchi any chance to speak.

He feared that his intuition would be confirmed.

Liang Qiuchi sat on the edge of the bed, listening quietly.

When Mo Xin’s words dried up and he began to repeat his plan over and over again, Liang Qiuchi finally called out, “Mo Xin,” and went straight to the point, “I remember everything.”

“Oh,” Mo Xin paused for a moment and continued talking to himself, “Let’s go to Casa for the first stop. I heard the desert there is beautiful.”

Liang Qiuchi put on his pajamas, walked up behind him, and said, “You probably guessed it. Let’s talk.”

Mo Xin’s figure seemed frozen in that instant.

After a moment, he nodded, “Okay.”

He turned around, his eyes staring at Liang Qiuchi in front of him, suddenly raised his hand, revealing a folded dagger, and stabbed it fiercely towards Liang Qiuchi’s face.

Liang Qiuchi instinctively raised his hand to block, grabbing the blade.

In an instant, blood flowed.

And the sharp tip of the knife was just a fist’s distance from his eyes.

Mo Xin grinned and said three “okay” in a row, but his expression looked like he was about to cry, “What do you want to talk to me about, your eyes? Memories? Or is it that you simply don’t want to leave with me!”

Liang Qiuchi’s eyes dimmed.

His momentary silence confirmed Mo Xin’s intuition.

Mo Xin suddenly fiercely pulled the knife out of Liang Qiuchi’s palm, and once again swung it at him.

Liang Qiuchi stepped back, avoiding Mo Xin’s attack, but Mo Xin’s assault was fierce. He forced him back into a corner with nowhere to escape. Liang Qiuchi couldn’t help but feel a little angry, “What do you want to do? Can you calm down!”

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Mo Xin’s eyes were crazed with madness, “Since you don’t want to leave with me, then stay here forever, in this house!” He gestured at Liang Qiuchi’s eyes with the tip of the knife twice, his smile a bit sinister, “It’s just eyes. It’s okay. If you go blind, I’ll take care of you just like before.”

“So those capsules with major side effects were intentionally given to me by you.”

“Yeah, don’t you like me taking care of you? Why didn’t you obediently take them?”

Liang Qiuchi couldn’t listen anymore. He knocked the knife out of Mo Xin’s hand, grabbed Mo Xin’s collar, and slammed him against the wall, angrily saying, “Have you gone crazy! You weren’t like this before!”

“You’re also talking about ‘before’!” Mo Xin roared, grabbing Liang Qiuchi’s collar in the same way, “It’s been eight years, Liang Qiuchi! I’ve been looking for you for a whole eight years! Do you know how I’ve endured these eight years? Compensating me with a pair of eyes is already considered the least you could do..”

“Besides,” he approached Liang Qiuchi, as if by getting closer he could reveal his true self to Liang Qiuchi, “I’ve always been like this, I never changed.”

Yeah, he had never changed.

Beneath the icy surface lay a turbulent and restless heart. Liang Qiuchi had once felt his fervent and sincere love, but now he faced his equally intense and obsessive hatred.

Liang Qiuchi loosened his grip and sighed, “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to hear that,” Mo Xin grabbed Liang Qiuchi’s collar in turn, his eyes filled with sorrow and longing, “I just want you to be with me.”

“But I’m not your pet,” Liang Qiuchi grabbed his hand, slowly and firmly pulling them away from himself, “Mo Xin, we’re not meant for each other. I don’t want you to end up like me.”

“I don’t care!” Mo Xin grabbed his hand back, “I’ll go with you. We can start over somewhere where nobody knows us. I can be your little dog. Don’t try to push me away again, Liang Qiuchi…”

“No,” Liang Qiuchi firmly refused, “I can’t be that selfish, and neither can you! Once our connection is discovered, not only you, but even your parents and siblings will be tainted with the label of traitors. Have you thought about the consequences?”

Mo Xin pursed his lips, finally quieting down.

“While there’s still time before things go south, you still have a way out,” Liang Qiuchi sighed again, his eyes gradually turning red, “Mo Xin, I hope this time we can part ways amicably.”

Mo Xin clenched his fists, knowing full well that once Liang Qiuchi regained his memories, he would surely be abandoned again.

“You’re leaving now?”

“Yeah,” Liang Qiuchi looked deeply at the person in front of him, restraining the urge to embrace him, and said softly, “Seeing you one more time will leave me with no regrets in this life.”

Those words sounded more like a farewell.

Suddenly, Mo Xin felt a surge of panic.

He reached out and hugged Liang Qiuchi, “Don’t go, you can’t treat me like this.” He buried his head in Liang Qiuchi’s chest, his voice trembling with continuous pleading, heartbreaking to hear.

Liang Qiuchi held him tightly, but could only whisper “I’m sorry” into his ear.

Earlier, when Mo Xin questioned whether Liang Qiuchi knew how agonizing these eight years of separation had been, Liang Qiuchi really wanted to say he knew.

Every sober dawn, every healing after a serious injury, he had thought countless times about simply ending it all with a gunshot, but each time he had managed to endure it with the sole remaining photo of Mo Xin on his phone.

He didn’t want to let go either, but he had no choice.

He was walking a path that had long been predetermined to end in tragedy, while Mo Xin still had a bright future and intact family… he couldn’t hold on.

“At least accompany me for one last meal before you go.” In his arms, Mo Xin finally made a compromise.

Liang Qiuchi stroked the back of his head and nodded gently, “Okay.”

Mo Xin tilted his head up and kissed him fiercely.

The two kissed passionately, from the window to the bed, and then rolled onto the floor, their tears mingling between their lips and tongues, neither wanting to end the kiss as if they wanted to kiss until the end of time.

In the end, it was Mo Xin who fiercely bit Liang Qiuchi’s lip, waiting until his tongue tasted the taste of blood before letting go.

He kissed away the tear marks from the corners of Liang Qiuchi’s eyes, and muttered, “I’ll go cook and call you when it’s ready.”

He washed his face first and then went downstairs to the kitchen.

Seeing his expression wasn’t right, Vincent knew Liang Qiuchi must have confessed everything to him. After hesitating for a while, he still wanted to report Liang Qiuchi’s whereabouts that night to Mo Xin.

But he was interrupted by Mo Xin as soon as he started to speak.

“We’ll talk later after dinner,” Mo Xin just wanted to make a good meal for Liang Qiuchi.

Vincent obeyed and was about to leave when the alarm of the door access system suddenly went off.

The piercing “beep beep” sound echoed throughout the entire villa.

Mo Xin was startled, and the hot steam scalded his fingers.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of uniformed police officers rushed into the courtyard with great momentum, broke open the gate of the villa, and filled the spacious first-floor hall, blocking any possible escape routes.

Vincent immediately drew his gun and protected Mo Xin behind him.

He sternly shouted, “What are you doing! How dare you trespass into General Mo’s private residence!”

Those people remained silent, standing aside to make way, and Godwin Reinis swaggered in, casually swinging his pistol.

“Captain Wen! Didn’t expect to see you so soon,” he grinned at Vincent, his face twisted and repulsive where a bullet had once pierced through.

Vincent whispered to Mo Xin, “He’s from the Reinis family.”

“Huh? General Mo is here too,” Godwin glanced over and saw the person being shielded by Vincent, then whistled playfully, “Well, well, just in time, I have something to discuss with you.”

Mo Xin, without even turning his head, coldly replied, “This is not the right time.”

He pulled out a chef’s knife from the rack and started chopping vegetables.

Godwin staggered over, seeing the ingredients on the cutting board, and joked, “Didn’t expect General Mo to cook. It just so happens that my brothers got up early and haven’t had breakfast yet. Why not let General Mo cook a bit more and we can all eat together, lively and bustling.”

At this remark, the dozen or so policemen in the living room couldn’t help but exchange glances.

Who didn’t know that Mo Xin was a notorious “war machine” in the Federation, a cold-blooded killer. For him, killing was much simpler than cooking, and no one would want to provoke such a person for no reason.

Moreover, no one probably dared to eat the food Mo Xin cooked.

“Captain Reinis, what do you want?” Vincent questioned.

“Just joking around, Captain Wen, why so serious?” Godwin smirked and moved aside Vincent’s gun pointed at him, then produced a stamped search warrant the size of an A4 paper, “Here, ordered to search for Federal A-class fugitive Liang Qiuchi, see it clearly?”

He glanced sideways, gesturing to his subordinates behind him, “Get to work, search carefully.”

Suddenly, Mo Xin turned around, and the sharp kitchen knife flew out with a “swish”, grazing Godwin’s cheek and embedding itself into the railing of the staircase behind him.

A policeman who had just reached the stairs was scared pale and stood frozen in place, unsure whether to advance or retreat.