Song Qiao did recognize the man in front of her, but for a moment, she thought she was hallucinating and stood there, dazed, blinking her eyes somewhat bewilderingly at the man who seemed to have suddenly appeared before her.
It wasn't until a familiar yet somewhat strange voice reached her ears and her cheeks were pinched that she finally came to her senses, utterly astonished, and even slightly hesitant to blurt out a name directly, "Ji Sifan?"
Ji Sifan, with one hand in his pocket, stood there, about one meter eighty or ninety tall, looking incredibly tall. He had a gentle and elegant smile on his face, lifted his hand to touch her head, and said with a slight smile, "I thought you didn't recognize me and that I'd have to introduce myself again. Why do you look so shocked? Do you know your reaction… gave me quite the blow."
The man's tone was very gentle, even indulgent, clear word by word, subtly tinged with laughter.
