[Double Assassins | Campus | Brothers | Two-way Redemption]
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Mo Qi's life before the age of twelve was a laboratory without windows. Numbered X-107, he is injected with medicine and undergoes electric shock tests every day, and there are always new scars on his body. He didn't know that he still had a relative in the world.
Until the organization collapsed and he was rescued. The teacher at the orphanage told him: You have a younger brother.
The first time he met Morey was at the gate of Class 2 and Class 3 of Xuanyu Middle School. Morey was sitting by the window, his thin figure soaked in the sunlight, but his eyes were lifeless. The black wristband covered half of his forearm - that's where he hid the knife and where he hid his injuries.
When Morey saw him for the first time, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he lowered his head and clenched his sleeves.
They have exactly the same features.
On the day Morey was sent away as a child, Mo Qi could only hold onto his fingertips through the iron bars while crying for "brother." For the next ten years, Morey grew up alone in the shadow of the Assassin organization. The first thing he learned was not to laugh, but to put all his emotions into the blade.
In school, he was a top student who stood out from others. In the organization's files, he is the top assassin code-named "Eight". He didn't trust anyone - except Mo Qi and the people in the organization.
He never cried or begged for mercy. He only locked himself in the bathroom when he was sick and bit his arm to keep from making a sound. The day Mo Qi kicked the door open, he was sitting on the ground, holding broken glass, and his arms were covered with old marks and new injuries. He looked up at Mo Qi. There were no tears in his eyes, only a heartbreaking calmness.
"Brother," he said, "They all say I am an unwanted child."
Mo Qi didn't say anything, but knelt down and took him into her arms. Morey froze for a moment, and then slowly put his forehead on his shoulder - this was the only time in his life that he showed weakness.
Mo Qi began to clumsily learn to take care of him. When Morey refused to eat breakfast, he put the milk on his table and turned away; when Morey refused to speak, he sat quietly reading a book. He didn't ask him if it hurt because he wouldn't admit it. He only cares about one thing - knocking on Morey's door every night before going to bed and saying: "I'm next door, call me if you need anything."
Morey changed little by little. She would lean against the kitchen door and watch Mo Qi while he was cooking, and would send an unpunctuated message when Mo Qi came home late - "Have you come back yet?" But he is still the aloof Morey - cold and distant to everyone, but he will drop all his defenses in front of Mo Qi.
One night, Morey woke up from a nightmare with a very soft voice: "Brother."
Mo Qi opened the quilt. Morey turned his back to him and remained silent for a long time before speaking:
"What if I don't get better?"
Mo Qi looked at his back and said softly: "That's not good. I will die with you."
Morey turned around, and finally there was a glimmer of light in his always calm eyes.
At that moment they all understood - they were not saving anyone. They are each other's only light in this ruins.
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