It doesn’t matter if my confession is rejected, I still have three more days left.

Chapter 217 Yaoyao, speak!

An indifferent smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Li's mouth. There was a hint of joking and freeness in the laughter. He did not take Lin Hong's provocation to heart, but turned his eyes leisurely to Ji Mengyao.

His eyes were as calm and deep as the surface of a lake, as if all wisdom and calmness were flowing in that smile and glance.

Jiang Li opened his lips softly, with a hint of self-deprecation and calmness in his tone: "That's good. Being a scumbag is at least better than being a licking dog. I thank you for not telling anyone about me being a licking dog for so many years." .”

Jiang Li's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples and causing the entire scene to fall into a strange silence. The crowd, which was originally lively and chatting, now seemed to have been cast a restraining spell. Everyone was dumbfounded and speechless, as if time had pressed the pause button at this moment.

Didn’t you say Jiang Li was a scumbag?

However, at this moment, his words overturned everyone's understanding, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky after a storm, catching people off guard.

Why did he become a licker again?

In that moment full of tension and anticipation, everyone's eyes were focused on the other person involved, Ji Mengyao, like a spotlight.

The surrounding air seemed to be stagnant, and only those eyes were moving quietly, like thousands of lights on the stage converging in one place, illuminating Ji Mengyao's figure particularly clearly. Her figure looks solemn and mysterious in everyone's attention, like a picture waiting to be unfolded, making people eager to decipher the story behind it.

At that moment, Ji Mengyao seemed to hear the sound of time quietly freezing in her ears. Hesitantly, but with a hint of exploration, she slowly raised her head full of thoughts. At this moment, her eyes met Xia Muke's deep eyes unexpectedly, like two meteors briefly intersecting in the silent night sky, but each carried a completely different temperature.

Xia Muke's face was as calm as the surface of a lake, without any ripples revealing his emotions. However, in those seemingly indifferent eyes, Ji Mengyao captured a kind of indifference that was colder than winter snow. It is a kind of indifference that repels people thousands of miles away, like an invisible barrier that prevents people from getting close and unable to figure out the emotional world behind it.

Despite this, Ji Mengyao still felt an indescribable pressure and sting, as if the cold gaze was like a sharp ice pick, poking straight into the softest part of her heart. Facing Xia Muke like this, she felt like a fallen leaf blown away by the cold wind, losing the power and courage to speak.

So, like a frightened deer, Ji Mengyao hurriedly lowered her eyes and buried all the unsaid words deeply in her heart. Her head lowered again, as if to avoid the unbearable indifference, or perhaps she didn't want to disturb the quiet and distant tranquility. At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only the silent confrontation between the two and the mixed feelings in Ji Mengyao's heart.

She is really a bit cowardly Xia Muke.

Ji Mengyao, who usually ignored everything, lowered his head and remained silent at this moment. His sculpture-like still figure stood out in the eyes of everyone.

The people around them instantly turned from hustle and bustle to silence, and they keenly captured this subtle change.

Seeing Ji Mengyao's lips pursed tightly, with indescribable sadness and helplessness revealed in his brows and eyes, everyone seemed to interpret his inner struggle and pain through this silent scene. At this time, Jiang Li's words quietly echoed in everyone's heart, like a key, slowly opening the dusty door of memory.

The thing Jiang Li mentioned about Ji Mengyao was confirmed at this moment.

Who would have thought that this handsome brother with a bright appearance and outstanding temperament would be burdened with such a poignant and tragic emotional experience. His role in the emotional world turned out to be a "licking dog" who gives silently and does not ask for anything in return.

This made everyone understand him more deeply, and also made his image become more three-dimensional and fuller in everyone's hearts. An indescribable uneasiness surged in Lin Hong's heart, as if an invisible hand was gently touching his heartstrings, making him unable to calm down. His eyes were locked tightly on Ji Mengyao's pale and slightly confused face. Her silence was like a mist, shrouding the supposedly warm and harmonious atmosphere, making the surrounding air become oppressive.

Realizing that this unusual silence was like the frost coming quietly in the night, Lin Hong's hands were trembling slightly, and he subconsciously pulled on Ji Mengyao's sleeves, with a gentle force but full of anxiety and concern.

"Yao Yao." He called in a tone that contained deep worry and extreme urgency. The voice was like a bell in the middle of the night, striking a heavy sense of tension in the silence.

His eyes were locked on her pale and slightly frightened face, as if he was trying to pull her out of some invisible trouble with this call.

His brows were furrowed, forming a deep groove, reflecting his inner anxiety and expectations.

"Please speak!"

His words were loaded with great power, and every word seemed to be filled with endless care and waiting, just like a traveler in the desert longing for an oasis, eagerly awaiting her response. His voice was hoarse yet resolute, like strings being plucked by emotion, playing a melody of worry and anxiety.

At this moment, Lin Hong's voice echoed in the air, and every word struck his heart like a heavy hammer. At the same time, he also looked forward to awakening Ji Mengyao from the silence and lifting her from that deep and puzzling silence. Pull the world back to reality.

Jiang Li stood aside, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and let out a meaningful chuckle. The laughter contained a unique understanding of the complex situation in front of him.

His eyes were like a deep lake, reflecting the truth and one-sidedness behind Lin Hong's remarks just now.

Although Lin Hong's words do hit the core of the problem on a certain level, they are like seeing flowers through a fog, only seeing part of the surface.

His words were resonant, but they could not touch the deepest texture of the incident. This was precisely the subtle meaning contained in Jiang Li's laughter.

Ji Mengyao cleverly hid some crucial situations deep in her heart, like a dancer dancing gracefully on the stage of life, but quietly hiding some crucial situations between the gorgeous turns. Plot twist.

Her silence and reservation weaved an invisible web for this misunderstanding.

Those unsaid details are like pearls scattered in the gaps of time. Although they are small, they are enough to change the direction of the entire story and people's interpretation of it.

It was precisely because of these links that were deliberately or unintentionally concealed by Ji Mengyao that Lin Hong's understanding based on limited information was biased, and he fell into a misunderstanding of the entire incident.

(End of this chapter)