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It was just a cool, unintentional touch of fingertips on the bridge...

Even though I had only treated Aine as a good friend before...

Why did everything become different after that moment?

She couldn't find the answer for a moment.

Miao Meng suddenly turned his head away and no longer looked into Hailing's eyes.

She stared at the neon lights flowing outside the window, her lips tightly pursed, refusing to answer the question that made her so upset.

Seeing Miao Meng's silence, Hai Ling picked up the coffee cup and took a sip slowly. Then, she looked at Miao Meng's tense face with her calm eyes and added a final question lightly: "Don't you know the answer... or don't you want to tell me?"

Chapter 447 Sprouting

Hailing's words, "You and Aine really don't have much contact," were like a tiny thorn that pierced Miaomeng's heart.

She lowered her head and stared intently at the circular water stain left by the coffee cup on the table. An indescribable feeling of depression quietly spread over her.

Not much contact?

This conclusion made Miao Meng instinctively feel aggrieved and unfair.

How can it not be more?

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that very important day for her - the Fukuoka concert.

Mu's accident almost pushed the entire Mujica to the edge of the cliff.

It was Aiko, the Aiko who suffered from ALS and could collapse at any time, who stood up regardless of everything and ensured the successful conclusion of the Fukuoka concert.

Miao Meng clearly remembered the moment the last note fell, Aiyin collapsed...

She knew that Aiyin had stood up for Xiangzi, for Mu, and for the integrity of the entire Mujica, but...

Miao Meng clenched her hands tightly on her legs.

It is undeniable that without Aiyin, the expectations of her family who came from afar and saved money hard to buy tickets to watch her performance would be completely dashed.

more importantly……

Miao Meng's eyes softened slightly. It was Aiyin who made her truly feel a sense of belonging in the band Mujica.

She is no longer the former beauty blogger who was out of place and only wanted to make money from the band, but has truly become the "drummer of Mujica".

If there was no Aine... Miao Meng couldn't imagine what she would be like now. Perhaps she would have been lost in the prosperity and indifference of Tokyo, and it would be impossible for her to have the sense of accomplishment and recognition of her value at this moment.

A blush crept up Miao Meng's cheeks, and her thoughts drifted to an earlier time.

And...Aine was the first and only person who allowed her to completely let down her guard and confide in the loneliness and difficulties in her heart in this strange and huge city.

That night, Aine’s gentle listening eyes, her non-judgmental tolerance, and the promise of “we are good friends”.

The feeling of being truly seen, understood and accepted is more precious to her than ever before.

Such a connection...how can it not be considered a small one? - Miao Meng refuted Hailing in her heart.

To her, Aine had long surpassed being just an ordinary friend... She was one of a kind.

Immersed in memories, Miao Meng unconsciously showed a mixture of gratitude and some indescribable gentleness on her face, but this subtle change still did not escape Hailing's eyes.

"Hello." Hailing's cold voice broke Miao Meng's thoughts. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and there was a hint of imperceptible...disdain in her tone?

"You...are you trying to attack yourself?"

"Ah?!" Miao Meng suddenly woke up from her memories, her face flushed instantly. She shook her head and stammered in denial, "No, no! How is it possible!"

Hailing looked at Miao Meng's reaction with her eyes narrowed slightly. She didn't ask any more questions, but said slowly: "It seems that you know the answer yourself."

Hailing put down the cup and looked calmly at the night outside the window, as if she would no longer force anything. "Well, if you don't want to tell me, forget it. I won't force you."

This seemingly "considerate" concession sounded full of irony to Miao Meng.

"Not forcing"? It was clearly Hailing who had pushed the situation to this point! She had exposed her most secret secrets to Aine, making her feel so embarrassed, and now she was looking at her like that, making sarcastic remarks!

Miao Meng couldn't help but look at Hai Ling's calm profile, then rolled her eyes. "Hmph! You say 'you won't force me,' but isn't this what I'm like now all your fault?! Hai Ling, this guy is so evil!"

……

After saying goodbye to Hailing, Miao Meng returned to her overly quiet apartment, closed the door, and isolated herself from the noise and coldness of the outside world.

She didn't even turn on the light, but threw herself directly into the soft bed, sinking into darkness and silence. The only light in the room was the faint light coming in from the window, casting blurry, swaying shadows on the ceiling.

Miao Meng opened her eyes, staring at the chaotic light and shadow without any focus. In her ears, it seemed as if Aiyin's smiling voice, which made her heart panic, could still linger.

Likewise, Hailing's sarcastic remark about "self-attack" echoed in his mind.

This feeling towards Aine...when did it all begin?

After this question came to mind, Miao Meng's thoughts drifted back to Fukuoka again.

Was it guilt? Because Aine had paid the price of a coma for their performance? Yes, the guilt was heavy and real. Whenever I thought of Aine collapsing on stage, that heart-wrenching feeling never left.

Is it gratitude? Undoubtedly. Aiyin maintained her family's expectations and allowed her to stand tall in front of them. It could even be said that it was Aiyin who helped her truly take root in Mujica, finding a sense of belonging and purpose.

Is it curiosity? Yes, curiosity about how this girl, always full of sunshine, yet burdened with a heavy illness, yet bursting with amazing strength amidst her vulnerability, manages to do so. Curious about where her gentle, even somewhat promiscuous, tolerance for everyone comes from?

but……

Miao Meng turned over, buried her face in the pillow that smelled of laundry detergent, and took a deep breath.

However, guilt, gratitude, and curiosity alone... seemed unable to explain the feeling she had right now - whenever she thought of Aine's face leaning close to her, her sly smile, the warmth of her fingertips, her heart would beat wildly like a runaway horse.

I can't explain the throbbing sensation that swept through my body and the powerless submission that made me unable to struggle when she held my wrist on the park bench.

It was even more difficult to explain the indescribable sense of satisfaction of being cherished that she felt in her heart when Aine looked at her intently with those clear grey eyes and said, "Miao Mengqin has always been my favorite beauty blogger."

The emotion that quietly grew after Fukuoka... seemed to be much more complicated than guilt, gratitude and curiosity.

That emotion was like a seed planted accidentally.

Perhaps at first it was just gratitude and curiosity that nurtured it, but with every contact—Aine’s gaze, her listening, her gentleness… and that unintentional crossing of the line on the bridge for her solo… each time, it was like watering and fertilizing that seed.

And tonight, when RiNG was ruthlessly exposed by Hailing, comforted by Aine in the park, and the tentative interaction on the bench... finally, this long-buried seed broke through all the repression and grew wildly.

Yes…it has always been there.

It began to sprout from the shock and gratitude in Fukuoka, grew quietly every time it was illuminated by Aine's tenderness and light, and was completely awakened by the touch on that bridge.

In the chaos and throbbing of tonight...it finally became clear enough to no longer be ignored or suppressed.

It is no longer hazy, it is a clear, passionate feeling that comes with possessiveness and desire - love.

"Woo..." A tiny whimper came out from the pillow, and Miao Meng hugged the pillow tightly in her arms.

The moonlight shines through the gap in the curtains, casting a cold streak of light on Miao Meng's body.

it's over...

Miao Meng sighed in her heart and buried her face deeper into the pillow.

It seems... I really can't suppress it anymore.

Chapter 448 No Need to Be Confused

The door of the rehearsal room was pushed open, and Aine's figure appeared at the door. She looked a little listless, and her long pink hair seemed to have lost its former shape and was casually scattered.

"Aine!" As usual, Rakuna was the first to rush over, her cat eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Are we starting rehearsal now?"

Aine's somewhat distracted gaze swept over the people in the rehearsal room—Su Shi, who came over with a bass in her arms and a look of concern in her eyes; Riki, who stood next to the drum kit with a slightly frown on his face; and Deng, who stood quietly in the middle, holding a lyrics book.

She shook her head absentmindedly, her voice clearly tired. "Forget it today. I didn't bring my guitar."

Aine paused and added, “…I’m not in the mood either.”

This unusual rejection made Lenai stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face turned into confusion.

Su Shi had already walked in front of Aine, and her gentle voice was filled with worry that could not be ignored: "Aine-chan? What's wrong? You were fine yesterday."

She reached out her hand and touched Aine's cheek out of habit.

"Come out and tell me." Aiyin didn't dodge and let Su Shi knead her. Her voice was muffled. She turned around and walked out of the rehearsal room first, leaving the people behind her looking at each other in confusion.

In the corner of the coffee shop on the second floor, four people sat around a table, while Lenai sat beside them, eating matcha parfait and watching the four people.

The air was filled with the aroma of black tea and a subtle sense of heaviness. Aine lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously stirring the cup of hot Earl Grey tea with sugar in front of her.

Under the gazes of several people, Aiyin took a deep breath and finally spoke about what happened yesterday and the turmoil in her heart in a disjointed manner.

“…So,” Aiyin’s voice trembled slightly, as if she had finally unloaded a heavy burden, yet also as if she had fallen into deeper confusion, “That’s it… Meow Meng kissed her, and she seemed to really… like me, and I… I don’t know exactly…”

She didn't continue speaking, and the air seemed to freeze.

Deng's clear eyes widened slightly, filled with surprise and a hint of barely perceptible sadness. She subconsciously clenched the corner of her clothes.

Li Xi crossed his arms, his brows twisted into a knot, his expression complicated and difficult to read, his eyes fixed on the table, as if he was digesting this sudden information.

The gentle smile on Su Shi's face had long disappeared. She picked up her Earl Grey tea, but did not drink it. She just looked at the amber liquid in the cup quietly, her long eyelashes drooping, covering the surging emotions in her eyes.

Silence spread among the four of them, carrying a suffocating heaviness.

In the end, it was Su Shi who broke the silence.

She put down the teacup, and the cup and saucer made a crisp sound. Her voice returned to its usual gentleness, but with a deliberately maintained calmness: "So...Aine-chan, what are you going to do?"

Aiyin seemed to have lost all her strength. She slumped down on the cold tabletop, her face buried in her arms, with only a bit of her pink hair showing. She looked like a big, depressed and confused pink puppy.

A muffled voice came from the crook of his arms, full of helplessness: "I... I just don't know... That's why... I want to ask for your opinions... What do you think... I should do?"

Su Shi looked at Ai Yin's dependent and fragile appearance, and a sour ripple arose in her heart.

Of course, she had her own thoughts - the reluctance towards Miao Meng's sudden "joining" and the hidden worry that her feelings for Ai Yin would be divided again.

But in the end, her long-held tolerance for Aine prevailed. She sighed softly, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of difficulty:

"Aine-chan, this is your own private matter." Su Shi's voice was as calm as possible. "There's no need... to ask for our opinion."

Aine suddenly raised her head, her face filled with surprise, her gray eyes filled with disbelief. Then, her gaze slowly passed over Deng and Li Xi with questioning eyes.

Deng met Aine's gaze and nodded vigorously. Her clear eyes were full of support: "Yes! Suye is right... Aine-chan's own feelings are the most important..."

Li Xi still crossed her arms, neither nodding nor shaking her head, but just looking at Ai Yin silently, with no expression on her face, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

Aine watched their reactions, especially the boundaries Sushi had deliberately drawn, and a huge sense of loss and... grievance welled up in her heart. She shook her head vigorously, her voice tinged with confusion:

"But... you're my girlfriends!" Her eyes swept across the three of them, eager to seek support. "Shouldn't I discuss this with you? Do you... do you really think... you don't need to ask?"

Li Xi finally moved.

She lowered her arms, leaned forward slightly, looked directly into Aine's confused eyes with a sharp gaze, and asked an extremely pointed question: "Aine, if we say we don't agree, will you reject her and keep your distance from her?"

Aine was frozen by this soul-piercing question.

Reject Miao Meng? Keep her distance? Thinking of Miao Meng's fragile crying face in the park last night, her awkward and shy look on the bench, and that light-hearted "glib tongue"... a strong sense of resistance and reluctance instantly seized her.

She opened her mouth, but found her throat was too dry to make a sound. In the end, she could only utter three words with great difficulty and confusion: "I don't know..."

Li Xi looked at Ai Yin's tangled and painful expression, his face calm. He just spread his hands helplessly and returned to his usual calm voice: "So, it doesn't really make much sense for you to discuss it with us, right?"

"This kind of thing... in the final analysis, doesn't it all depend on your own thoughts and choices?"

She paused, her eyes sweeping across Su Shi and Deng before finally returning to Aine. Her tone was almost open-minded and casual, "If you really have to ask whether we agree or not...tsk."

Li Xi shrugged, her voice low: "I don't care anyway. As long as - you are still my girlfriend, that's enough."

There were so many people before her who shared Aine’s love and attention. As a latecomer, she had long been accustomed to not being the only one.

Another Ruomai? As long as Aine's feelings were still there, and she still had a place in his heart, it really didn't matter to her...

As for jealousy? That's what Xiangzi and Su Shi care about more.

Just when Aine was becoming even more bewildered by Ritsuki's words, a warm and soft hand gently covered the back of her hand that was placed on the table.

It's a lamp.

Deng's clear eyes contained no trace of blame or hesitation, only tenderness and tolerance. She gently held Aine's slightly cold fingers and comforted her:

"Aine-chan," Deng's voice was soft, but it clearly reached Aine's confused heart, "There's no need to be confused."

She exerted a little force and tightened her grip on Aine's hand, gazing at her with a firm and warm gaze.

"You just have to... follow your heart and make a choice that you won't regret."

"We mygo have gone through so much confusion and pain, but we managed to pull through, didn't we?"

Deng's words were like a gentle light that penetrated the fog in Aine's heart. The unconditional trust and support made her chaotic thoughts a little clearer.

She looked into Deng's clear eyes, felt the warmth on the back of his hand, her nose felt slightly sore, and her chaotic heartbeat seemed to calm down a little.