Qiao Mianmian found it strange.
She really couldn't understand why.
Logically speaking, if she felt a sense of familiarity every time she saw Jiang Xinyue, they should have known each other before.
At least, she should have seen her before.
But how come she had no memory of her?
With this strange feeling, Qiao Mianmian looked at Jiang Xinyue again. The moment their eyes met, Qiao Mianmian felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
She frowned in confusion.
"Senior Qiao…" Jiang Xinyue sounded aggrieved.
Qiao Mianmian immediately snapped back to her senses and suppressed the strange feeling in her heart. "Don't think too much, it really has nothing to do with you. Also, don't call me Senior Qiao. We're about the same age, you can just call me by my name."
"Alright." Jiang Xinyue immediately agreed and said affectionately, "You're a year older than me. Can I call you Sister Mianmian?"
