Song Qiao didn't fail to recognize the man before her; it was just that for a moment she felt as if she was experiencing a hallucination. She stood there stunned, blinking and looking somewhat dazed at the man who seemed to have appeared before her suddenly.
It wasn't until a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice reached her ears and her cheek was pinched that she came to her senses, looking startled and even a bit hesitant to directly utter a name, "Ji Sifan?"
Ji Sifan stood there with one hand in his pocket, his nearly 1.9-meter stature making him appear extremely tall. He wore a gentle and refined smile, raised 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 act so surprised? Do you know that your reaction... really had quite an impact on me."
The man's tone was very gentle, even indulgent, with each word clear and subtly laced with amusement.
