An Hao froze upon hearing this, "Jiaqi... do you... really not remember me?"
"I really don't remember."
Song Jiaqi thought, even though she had chosen the path of planning and moved to the backstage, her acting skills hadn't been lost. She believed her expression was calm at the moment.
Compared to confronting An Hao and tearing things up with her, Song Jiaqi preferred this approach.
She didn't want to settle accounts with her; otherwise, she wouldn't have left without a word seven years ago.
She didn't want to bring up the past, nor did she want to see An Hao again.
Looking at it now, her persistence wasn't wrong. She vanished; as long as An Hao still had a conscience, she'd occasionally think of her and recall the things she'd done to her in the past.
An Hao was also observing her, ultimately unable to discern anything: "Did something happen to you?"
"Nothing, just a minor accident."
"You seem different..."
