After the show ended, Song Mai subconsciously turned to look at Chu Yunxing.

His eyes held a hint of hesitation, as if he were considering making a decision.

Knowing what he was thinking, Song Mai smiled casually and said, "If you have other things to take care of, An'an and I will head back first."

Chu Yunxing nodded slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but stop them: "Let me take you back with me."

Song Mai shook her head: "No need, I know you want to go find that girl from earlier."

At this moment, Ji Fenghe came over, pretending not to understand anything, and asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Song Mai didn't want too many people to know about this.

The girl's identity is currently unknown, and her own identity is also unclear.

The more people involved, the more difficult it becomes to handle.

Song Mai glanced down at her clothes and said with a smile, "Thank you for the clothes."

Chu Yunxing felt a pang of pain in his heart.

As Song Mai turned around, her hair gently brushed against his shoulder. The familiar scent filled his heart as always, and Chu Yunxing instinctively raised his hand, unsure how to hold her back.

He turned to look at the girl not far away, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

The girl waved gently at him, the curve of her smile exactly the same as Song Mai's in the past.

The girl in the distance resembles Song Mai more than the designer who just passed by.

Song Mai led An An to the door, only to suddenly realize that she didn't have a car.

"I'll take you home," Ji Fenghe's voice came from behind, accompanied by a helpless smile.

There was no better solution at the moment, so Song Mai could only nod in agreement reluctantly.

Sitting in the car on her way home, Song Mai turned and looked out the window.

An'an beside me was already fast asleep, holding my hand tightly.

"Who am I?" Song Mai asked without warning.

Upon hearing this, Ji Feng instinctively braked. The car braked slightly before returning to normal speed.

“You are who you are, Bai Wan’er, a genius designer,” Ji Feng said, half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Song Mai gently shook her head: "You know what I want to ask."

Ji Feng's smile slowly faded.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking these questions? Did Chu Yunxing mislead you?" He didn't answer directly; the more he hesitated, the more suspicious it would become.

“Feng He, we’ve known each other for six years. When I woke up in the hospital, the first thing I saw was you. For the next five years, you were there for me every single time, never missing a moment.” Song Mai’s voice trembled slightly.

She had lost control of her emotions.

After finally accepting her other identity, she suddenly discovered that this other identity did not belong to her either.

She was like a speck of dust adrift in the vast universe, unable to find her home or land.

This feeling was uncomfortable, Song Mai sighed wearily.

Things keep changing, and now I've become someone with no identity.

She didn't want to live like this in a daze, nor did she want An'an to be a child without a home.

"I've liked you for years, watched you get married, and then happily announced your pregnancy to me," Ji Feng said in a deep, resonant voice.

“But then one day we suddenly learned you were in a car accident. That man treated you badly, often beating and scolding you. This opportunity is invaluable to both of us. As long as you die, that man won't bully you anymore,” Ji Fenghe said with a smile.

He shook his head self-deprecatingly and said bitterly, "But I know you won't agree to me doing this. That man is the person you like the most and are closest to."

"So I hid the fact that you were still alive and announced to the public that you had died in a car accident." Ji Fenghe looked at Song Mai through the rearview mirror.

"Is this what you wanted to tell me?" A hint of disappointment flashed in Song Mai's eyes.

She had expected Ji Fenghe to tell her about her past, but instead, he only gave a simple account.

He must have had reservations and was unwilling to tell me everything.

"I only need to know one thing: am I Song Mai or Bai Wan'er?"

Ji Fenghe's gaze was serious and unwavering: "You are Bai Wan'er."

Song Mai did not speak further.

There will be absolutely no problem with DNA testing. The most important thing right now is to figure out who was involved in the decision-making process.

The person who orchestrated this behind the scenes would never have a pure purpose.

The car slowly came to a stop, and Song Mai got out with An An, watching Ji Fenghe leave.

Then, remembering the address the woman had given her, she squatted down and looked at An'an: "You wait for Mom to come back at home, okay?"

An'an shook her head: "I want to go with Mommy."

"Are you still scared when you're home alone?" Song Mai asked curiously.

“I always feel like this is no longer Mom and An’an’s home.”

These words left Song Mai speechless for a moment, and she sighed helplessly.

It turns out I'm not the only one who feels this way; from the moment I stepped into Nandu, this place no longer felt like home.

The strong sense of belonging that Southern Metropolis Daily gave her was not unfounded.

There were so many familiar scenes there that fragments of the past would often flash through her mind.

These fragmented pieces are simply impossible to grasp, so the memories cannot be recovered.

Thinking of this, she looked at An'an again: "Mommy will take you out."

The place the woman gave her was not easy to find; Song Mai took a long detour before finally arriving.

She knocked gently on the door, but there was no answer.

Unexpectedly, the door opened with just a casual push.

She led An'an carefully inside and found that it was just an ordinary little house.

The woman was staring at her phone and didn't show any surprise when she looked up and saw Song Mai arrive.

"I knew you'd come," the woman said with a smile.

"I only have one question: Do you know who I am?"

Song Mai's question was not a simple inquiry; she placed all her hopes on women.

Since she claims to be his own midwife, it means she must know something about what happened back then.

“I know you are Song Mai.”

The seven short words left Song Mai speechless with surprise.

If I were Song Mai, who would that girl who looks exactly like me be?

"Your name has been changed to Bai Wan'er because Young Master Ji doesn't want you to remember what happened before," the woman said with a smile, slowly approaching Song Mai.

Only after confirming that no one was following him did he close the door with peace of mind.

"But why would he do that?" This was Song Mai's biggest concern.

No one would be so bored as to suddenly decide to change someone else's identity unless they have other motives.

"This is a long story."