Looking at herself in the mirror, Song Mai gradually began to have questions.

This garment is entirely handmade and quite expensive. Both the design and the materials are from world-class designers.

Moreover, the size was perfect for me, as if it were made just for me.

There's no such thing as a coincidence in the world. Chu Yunxing brought me here so eagerly, probably just for this dress.

Song Mai lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before speaking in a low voice, "This dress shouldn't be for public sale, right?"

Chu Yunxing's smile froze, and he shook his head helplessly: "It seems nothing escapes your eyes."

"This outfit was originally prepared for me, wasn't it?" Song Mai said with a smile, looking Chu Yunxing up and down.

His dark green suit matched the color of his dress, making them look like a couple's outfit.

An An's clothes were also green, and compared to the somber colors of the other two's clothes, hers had a more playful feel.

Song Mai seemed to be deep in thought. The clothes of the three people would cause others to misunderstand and think that they were a family of three.

Perhaps this is the scene Chu Yunxing most wanted to see.

Song Mai subconsciously turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror again.

Chu Yunxing sensed what she was thinking, hesitated for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "If you feel offended, I can change my clothes."

His care for me over the past few days is enough to prove everything.

Unlike others, Chu Yunxing always completes a task first and then informs others later.

This approach makes those around him feel safe and subconsciously want to rely on him.

Song Mai doesn't like to rely on others. In the six years since becoming a single mother, she has learned to raise An'an on her own.

However, she is now willing to accept Chu Yunxing.

This was a choice made by her body's instincts and intuition.

Song Mai pressed down on his wrist: "No need, this outfit suits you very well."

Chu Yunxing's lips slowly curved into a smile, and the two exchanged a knowing glance.

An'an smiled as she looked at the two of them, unable to suppress a laugh: "Mom, Uncle Chu, you two aren't dating, are you?"

Song Mai's expression changed, and she immediately said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Children speak without thinking, why take it seriously?" Chu Yunxing preferred this way of thinking. He gently took An'an's hand and got up to leave.

Fashion Week is about to begin, and the three of them set off for the show.

On the way, Song Mai turned to look out the window, watching the fleeting scenery, and made a bold choice in her heart.

She looked at Chu Yunxing: "Were these six years of waiting for me very difficult?"

Chu Yunxing did not speak, but his faint sigh said it all.

"If you're willing to wait for me to regain my memory, we can still try to be like before..."

Halfway through the conversation, the car behind suddenly rear-ended us.

Song Mai instinctively hugged An An, and the fragments of memories flashed through her mind again.

The same scene, sitting in the same spot, fear and terror surged into Song Mai's heart at the same time. In Song Mai's memory, the car crashed through the fence and plunged heavily into the river.

The pain of regaining her memory made Song Mai dare not continue recalling. After adjusting her state, she got up and went to check on the situation.

When they arrived at Chu Yunxing's side, they found him standing there, completely stunned.

"Is it serious?" Song Mai initially thought it was just a serious rear-end collision, but when she followed Chu Yunxing's gaze, she saw a face that looked exactly like her own.

The girl looked at Chu Yunxing with a wronged expression, hesitant to speak.

A moment later, she finally broke down and came to Chu Yunxing, choking out, "I've finally waited for you."

Chu Yunxing frowned, not daring to respond.

How could there be two identical faces in the world? The person in front of me, in both appearance and voice, is exactly the same as Song Mai from six years ago.

The girl turned to look at Song Mai, her expression showing the same surprise. Then, she thoughtfully looked at the two of them for a long time before slowly nodding.

"I understand now, you don't need me anymore."

The girl turned to leave, but Chu Yunxing grabbed her hand and said, "Don't go."

This scene pierced Song Mai's heart. She opened her mouth, but didn't know how to express her feelings at that moment.

The three of them stood frozen in place, none of them uttering a word.

The girl looked at Song Mai and blinked: "Why do you look exactly like me?"

Song Mai shook her head; she didn't know.

All of this happened so suddenly. Just a few days ago, she had accepted her identity as Song Mai, but now she suddenly saw a face that looked exactly like her own.

The bizarre nature of this situation is beyond words, and the true and false Song Mai remain a mystery.

After a moment, the girl couldn't help but speak up, "Ah Xing, I want to talk to you."

Chu Yunxing nodded subconsciously, but then realized that Song Mai was standing next to him.

He was caught in a dilemma for a moment and sighed silently.

“If you don’t have time, I can wait for you. After all, I’ve been waiting for you for six years. I’m going to Fashion Week in a little while. Could you take me there? This is the only request I’ve made to you in the past six years. Isn’t that enough to satisfy me?” The girl’s tone was somewhat disappointed as she stood quietly by the roadside, looking at Chu Yunxing.

Chu Yunxing turned to look at Song Mai, seemingly wanting to ask for her opinion.

The usually spirited Chu Yunxing had completely lost his ability to make judgments at this moment.

Song Mai forced a smile and nodded, then said in a low voice, "Of course, it's on my way."

The girl naturally sat in the passenger seat of Chu Yunxing's car, and her practiced movements made Song Mai observe her for a long time.

Could it be that I am not Song Mai?

For some time now, his identity has been the subject of much speculation.

Whether or not he was Song Mai, he could only get the answer from other people's words. More and more people were saying it, to the point that he himself began to believe that he was Song Mai.

One mystery after another surrounded Song Mai, her brows furrowed, unable to recover for a long time.

Who exactly is she?

An'an turned to look at her mother, whose face was full of worry, and asked cautiously, "Mom, are you feeling unwell? Did you encounter something scary like before?"

Every time Song Mai recalls fragmented memories, she gets a splitting headache.

The well-behaved and sensible An'an would stay by her side at this time, offering gentle comfort.

To avoid frightening her, Song Mai explained that she had simply been thinking about things she was afraid of.

I never expected that An'an would remember it and hasn't forgotten it even now.

"Ah Xing, do you... have a girlfriend now?" The girl glanced at Song Mai through the rearview mirror and asked cautiously.

Chu Yunxing shook his head: "No."

“I knew you wouldn’t forget me. For the past six years, I’ve been trying every possible way to find you.”