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Chapter 442 Deserter

Everything seemed to make sense.

The companionship and care that he defined as "friends" were actually Miao Mengqin's unspoken feelings.

"Aiko?" Miao Meng saw that Aiyin didn't respond for a long time and just stared at him blankly. He couldn't help feeling a little nervous and called out carefully.

“…Ah?” Aine snapped back to reality, her thoughts torn from the fragments of memories. Seeing the unconcealed nervousness on Miao Meng’s face, she quickly coughed to cover up her distraction, “Sorry… I was a little distracted just now.”

Miao Meng breathed a sigh of relief, but the feeling of loss in her heart only grew stronger. Was Aiko's distraction due to her own denial? Or was she actually troubled?

She quickly shook her head, trying to sound more natural: "No, it's okay! There's nothing to apologize for!"

At this moment, a very light, playful chuckle came from the wall, but the two people with complicated emotions did not notice it.

Hailing still maintained the posture of standing with her arms folded and leaning against the wall.

Her gaze swept across Miao Meng's red ears and face that was trying to remain calm, and then lingered for a moment on Aine's face, which was filled with realization and complex emotions.

The barely perceptible curve at the corner of Hailing's mouth deepened slightly, and her eyes were filled with an interest that was almost like watching a play.

These two people, one desperately denies but is full of loopholes, while the other finally figures out the truth but is still trying to process it... It's really awkward. This kind of drama should probably involve two more people...

Aiyin looked at Meow Meng who was still trying hard to maintain the expression of a "good friend" and opened her mouth. The words "Actually, I understand everything" rolled on the tip of her tongue, but in the end she couldn't say it out loud.

After a long moment, Aiyin only hummed softly, picked up the cup of cold black tea in front of her, and took a sip, but her eyes involuntarily fell on Miaomeng's face again.

As for Miao Meng, after meeting Aine's eyes, the heat on her cheeks suddenly rose a few degrees. She lowered her head suddenly and stared absent-mindedly at the little drink left in her cup.

A suffocating silence spread across the small booth. Miao Meng felt extremely uncomfortable, and Ain felt that every second was extremely long.

No, I have to say something, this is so embarrassing——Aine thought to herself, she took a deep breath, and just as she opened her mouth——

"That..." Almost at the same moment, Miao Meng also squeezed out a sound.

Both of them were stunned, their eyes meeting awkwardly in the air.

"You speak first..." The two spoke in unison again, their words colliding with each other again.

Miao Meng took a sharp breath, as if she had made up her mind. She quickly turned her face away from Aiyin, and said in a hurried voice, "Aiko...you, you speak first!"

Aine nodded, her fingertips tapping unconsciously on the table. She raised her eyes, her gaze gently falling on Meow Meng's still red ears:

“Nyanmu kiss… That day on the bridge, when I put my hand over your mouth…” Aine lowered her head, “You froze… Not because of the sudden invitation, but because… that action… was it too intimate for you?”

"!"

Miao Meng's body froze instantly. She stared at Ain blankly, her pupils shrinking slightly, and the forced calmness on her face shattered under Ain's understanding gaze.

Aine was right, word for word.

The throbbing, panic and embarrassment of being seen through at that moment were now recounted so bluntly by Aine, leaving Miao Meng with nowhere to hide. She opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be strangled by something, and she could not make any sound. She could only stare at Aine in a daze.

Aine didn't stop, her voice still soft as she continued, "And... in the park, when you said you were in a good mood... you looked at me like that..."

Aiyin's precision revealed all the thoughts she was trying to hide. Miao Meng felt that all the blood in her body rushed to her head, and her cheeks instantly turned red, almost bleeding.

"Enough!" Miao Meng wanted to yell and tell Aiyin to shut up, but all the sounds were blocked in her throat, leaving only the rapid and chaotic breathing.

at this time--

"I'm going out to buy something." Hailing's cold voice broke the stagnant air. She stood up straight and said, "You guys talk first."

"Quit" is like the last spark that lights the fuse.

Miao Meng suddenly turned his head and shot a sharp look at Hailing who was about to turn around.

The shame, panic, the grievance of being betrayed, and the anger that had nowhere to vent instantly overwhelmed her rationality. She almost screamed out, her voice filled with unprecedented embarrassment and questioning: "Haizi! You... why are you meddling in other people's business?! Who told you to tell her?!"

Emotions were like a flood that broke through a dam, making Miao Meng dizzy.

She subconsciously wanted to do something to cover up this huge feeling of loss of control, and in panic she reached out to grab the cup on the table.

"Snapped--!"

A crisp and sharp cracking sound suddenly rang out!

Miao Meng's hands were shaking so violently and she was in such a panic that she couldn't even hold the handle of the cup. Instead, she violently swept the glass cup covered with water droplets to the ground. The remaining drink and sharp glass fragments instantly splashed all over the floor, making a mess.

The sudden noise and embarrassment became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Miao Meng.

She looked at the debris and water stains on the ground, then looked at her empty hands, and finally met Aine's stunned eyes...

Miao Meng's mind went blank, with only one thought remaining: Now! Immediately! Immediately! Escape!

Miao Meng suddenly jumped up from her seat, and the chair legs made a harsh noise scraping on the floor. She didn't even bother to look at the shoulder bag she had placed on the seat, let alone care about her image or explanation.

Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, she lowered her head and ran as fast as she could around the mess on the ground, knocking aside the chair next to her, stumbling out of the second floor of RiNG and running towards the door of RiNG.

All that was left were the shattered glass on the floor, the spreading water stains, Aine sitting there in a daze, and the bassist standing against the wall.

Hailing looked at the direction where Miao Meng disappeared, then lowered her head to glance at the chaos on the ground, and finally returned her gaze to Ain. She sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in her sigh.

She picked up her steps and walked slowly towards the service desk - well, to pay for the broken cup.

After a while, Aiyin regained consciousness and stood up. Hailing had already paid the full amount: "Umirin... I..."

Hailing reached out and pressed her hand against Aiyin's lips. With her other hand, she pointed at Miaomeng's shoulder bag on the seat and said, "Go give it back to her."

"Are we being too much of a Meow Dream Kiss?"

"Just go and return it to her. I'll talk to her alone tomorrow." Hailing patted Aine's shoulder gently. "Don't worry, I know Ruomai very well."

Chapter 443

Aiyin almost pounced over and grabbed the shoulder bag that Miaomeng had left on the seat. She didn't even pay attention to Hailing's next words "Be careful of the glass on the ground" and turned around and rushed out of RiNG's door.

The cold wind of the winter night blew in my face, blowing away the sweet and warm scent that had just been brought back.

Aine looked around anxiously, her pink hair ruffled by the wind. Just when she thought she was about to lose him, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure under a streetlight at a distant corner out of the corner of her eye – a purple figure flitting past in the dim light, running towards the central park.

Without hesitation, Aine immediately chased in that direction.

Her lungs were slightly sore from running, but her body could still support this kind of exercise at the moment.

The park was desolate, with sparse streetlights and dim light. Aiyin slowed down her pace, breathing rapidly, and her eyes searched anxiously.

Soon, her eyes were fixed on the huge cherry tree deep in the park, which had already lost its leaves.

A small figure curled up beside the thick tree trunk. Miao Meng leaned his back against the cold bark, his hands tightly wrapped around his knees, and his whole body curled up into a small ball.

In the dim light, Aine could see her slightly trembling shoulders, and the occasional movement of her raising the back of her hand to quickly wipe across her cheek - Aine knew that she was wiping away tears.

Ain's heart felt like it was being tugged at by something. She had never seen Meow Mengqin so fragile and so out of control.

The drummer who was always smiling and full of energy now looked so helpless and pitiful.

Aiyin did not go forward immediately, but slowed down her steps and stopped behind a dead tree a few meters away. She used the cover of the shadow to quietly look at the curled up figure. The dim light became her best cover.

“…How would I know…”

A nasal, broken whimpering sound floated over intermittently. It was Miao Meng talking to himself.

She buried her face deeply between her knees, her voice muffled, filled with confusion and grievance: "...Why do I have that feeling towards Aiko...? We were just good friends before...but...uh..."

Her voice was tearful and her shoulders were shaking even more violently.

“Really… I… I’m really not Ji…” This sentence, muttered with a desperate denial, fell lightly into Aine’s ears.

These words made Aiyin completely understand how intense Miaomeng's inner struggle was at the moment - she couldn't even accept her own heartbeat.

Miao Meng seemed tired of crying, or perhaps her emotions had reached their peak. She let out a long breath, her shoulders drooped, and only silent silence and slight sobs remained.

Aiyin took a deep breath and deliberately stepped harder, making the soles of her shoes make a series of noises as they stepped on the dead leaves and stone slabs.

"Ok?"

Hearing the noise, Miao Meng suddenly raised her head, like a frightened little animal. She panicked and wiped her face with the back of her hand a few times, trying to wipe away her tears, then quickly stood up and patted the dirt and debris on the back of her pants. The whole process seemed hasty and awkward.

After Miao Meng finished all this and stood up pretending to be calm, Aiyin "happened" to walk not far in front of her, breathing slightly, as if she had just found her.

"Nyan Meng dear...so you are here." Aiyin's voice was filled with heavy breathing, and her tone sounded as natural as possible.

Miao Meng didn't respond, but just stubbornly turned her face to the side, trying to avoid the light and prevent Aiyin from seeing her red eyes and nose. She stared at the bare bushes beside her, and her fingers were tightly clenched on the corner of her clothes.

But for Aine, even though she tried hard to turn her face away, her swollen eyelids and wet eyelashes were still clearly visible in the dim light.

Aiyin looked at Miaomeng's stubborn yet fragile appearance, and an indescribable bitterness and tenderness welled up in her heart.

She didn't say anything else, but just took a step forward, stretched out her hand, and carefully but firmly grasped Miao Meng's cold wrist.

"!" Miao Meng's body trembled noticeably, and she subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, with her fingertips slightly curled up.

But Aine's grip was light, yet it held an irresistible pull that stopped her struggling. The warm touch that penetrated her skin had a strange soothing power.

Feeling that Miao Meng no longer resisted, Aiyin finally let go of her wrist and handed over the shoulder bag that she had been holding tightly in her hand.

"Nyanmu dear," Aiyin's voice was very soft, but it was particularly clear in the quiet park, "Your bag... you forgot to take it."

Miao Meng's gaze finally shifted from the bushes to the familiar shoulder bag she held out. She watched Aine's hand as she handed it to her, then quickly glanced at her face, which was calm yet concerned. Finally, she silently reached out and took the heavy bag.

"...Thank you." A mosquito-like whisper of thanks escaped from Miao Meng's lips, so light that it was almost blown away by the cold wind.

She lowered her head, the cold shoulder bag pressed against her chest, but strangely it brought her a sense of security.

"Would you like to sit over there for a while?"

Miao Meng followed Ain's gaze and looked at the bench not far away. After a moment, she nodded and agreed to Ain's invitation.

The cold bench brought a chill through the clothes, but Ain never let go of Miao Meng's wrist. Miao Meng obediently let her pull her to sit down, her body still a little stiff, slightly sideways, deliberately keeping a certain distance from Ain.

The silence of the winter night was broken by Miao Meng's subtle, uncontrollable sobbing. The sound was very light and nasal, and it was particularly clear in the empty park.

Aiyin silently looked at Miaomeng's drooping face. She did not rush to speak to comfort her, but just stayed with her quietly.

After a while, she let go of Miao Meng, took out a small bag of tissues from the depths of her pocket, gently opened the package, and pulled out a soft tissue with a faint fragrance.

She gently passed the tissue to Miao Meng's lowered gaze, her voice gentle as if she was afraid of disturbing anything:

“Wipe it off.” Aine paused, her tone teasing yet genuinely concerned, “As a beauty blogger, you can’t let your face get stained from crying.”

This reminder, like a small thorn, gently broke the silence that Miao Meng deliberately maintained.

Miao Meng abruptly turned her face away, avoiding the tissue. Her voice was muffled, a bit angry, and a hint of tears still lingering: "I told you a few days ago... I've stopped being a beauty blogger a long time ago!"

She seemed to be emphasizing, or reminding herself.

Aiyin did not withdraw her hand because of her rebuttal. Instead, she looked at the back of Miaomeng's stubborn head, and a gentle arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"For me, Miao Mengqin has always been my favorite beauty blogger... since the first day I met you."

Chapter 444 Honesty

These light words created ripples in Miao Meng's confused mind.

It was a feeling of being cherished and remembered. It had nothing to do with her identity, but only with herself.

Miao Meng's body stiffened slightly, almost imperceptibly. She still didn't look back, but her tense shoulders relaxed a little.

After a few seconds of silence, she spoke muffledly, a little embarrassed and uncertain: "...What do you mean by that? Are you...flirting with me again?"

“No.” Aine immediately shook her head, the corners of her mouth curled up, “I’m just being honest. After all, when I first met Meow Mengqin, you were the beauty blogger I adored so much!”

There was a hint of joy in Ain's tone, which greatly weakened the ambiguity in her words and relaxed Miao Meng's tense nerves a little.

However, Aine changed the subject and added playfully, "...But, I never expected that my idol, Meow Mengqin, would have such a...girly side."

Her gaze fell on Miao Meng's slightly red eyes and moist eyelashes. There was no mockery in her tone, only good-natured teasing.

"Hmph!" Miao Meng finally couldn't help it, turned around abruptly, and gave Aiyin a fierce look.

The dim light from the street lamp illuminated her still flushed cheeks and nose, as well as her eyes filled with shame, anger, and a hint of grievance: "From the way you sound... you still seem quite happy?"

“Of course I’m happy!” Aine didn’t deny it, but admitted it openly. She even covered her mouth with her hands and let out a clear laugh. “This is such a unique blessing! Think about it, what fan in the world would be so lucky to see their idol with their own eyes... make such a cute expression?”

Aiyin's words accurately hit a soft and vain corner in Miaomeng's heart.

"Idol", "worship", "unique luck" - these words combined together instantly soothed most of the shame and embarrassment in Miao Meng's heart.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction, of being cherished and treated specially, quietly grew, replacing the previous panic.

Aiyin keenly caught the change in Miaomeng's eyes - the sharp resistance and grievance faded, replaced by a kind of softness that was a bit awkward after being stroked.

Although Miao Meng didn't say anything, Aiyin knew that her mood had improved a lot.

The timing is perfect.

Aiyin gently shook the tissue that had been passed to Miaomeng but remained untouched. Her gray eyes sparkled in the dim light as she softly asked, "So... Miaomeng dear, are you really not going to wipe it off?"