These incidents were but a trivial matter to Shen Chu'an.
She had thought that the other person had merely mistaken her for someone else and that there wouldn't be any further interactions.
However, a few days later, she ran into the person again.
The individual's name was Gong Moli, nearly forty years old, who had been abroad for many years and had only returned to the country not long ago. She came to the studio wanting to order a gown.
Shen Chu'an proceeded with the order according to procedure, asking about Gong Moli's requirements, but she could feel the other person's gaze lingering on her, complex and probing.
"Is there something on my face?" Shen Chu'an raised her head to look at the individual, hastily speaking out.
"Nothing, I just feel like you look familiar." The person smiled at Shen Chu'an, their expression growing more tender.
Shen Chu'an responded with a smile, the awkwardness in her heart becoming more pronounced.
