Chapter 1351: Looks Like We Used to Be Close

An Hao froze upon hearing this, "Jiaqi... do you... really not remember me?"

"I really don’t remember."

Song Jiaqi thought, even though she had chosen the path of planning and moved to the backstage, her acting skills hadn’t been lost. She believed her expression was calm at the moment.

Compared to confronting An Hao and tearing things up with her, Song Jiaqi preferred this approach.

She didn’t want to settle accounts with her; otherwise, she wouldn’t have left without a word seven years ago.

She didn’t want to bring up the past, nor did she want to see An Hao again.

Looking at it now, her persistence wasn’t wrong. She vanished; as long as An Hao still had a conscience, she’d occasionally think of her and recall the things she’d done to her in the past.

An Hao was also observing her, ultimately unable to discern anything: "Did something happen to you?"

"Nothing, just a minor accident."

"You seem different..."

"That depends on when you’re comparing. I don’t know which period you’re referring to?"

An Hao stared at her blankly, finally shaking her head: "Nothing... let’s start eating; it’ll get cold."

She couldn’t see through.

Did Jiaqi really forget her, or was it because she already knew something?

Her heart was uneasy; after all these years... that incident remained a thorn in her heart, one she couldn’t pull out. The guilt she felt for Jiaqi couldn’t be expressed in words.

"I came with a task today, just to ask you if you plan to participate in our show?"

An Hao shook her head: "I’m sorry, my schedule is very full, even if I want to, I can’t participate."

"Oh, alright then. I was just asking on behalf of our director. Since Miss An Hao doesn’t have time, then so be it. It’s alright, I didn’t have high hopes; I knew on the way here, Miss An Hao has different status now, even if there was time, you wouldn’t come to participate in our show."

"How could that be—" An Hao hurriedly interjected, "If I had time, and knew the planner was you, I definitely would—"

"Why?" Song Jiaqi smiled slightly, well disguised, "Seems like we had a good relationship before?"

An Hao paused, almost shedding tears.

They were once so good, but now, she couldn’t even remember her.

"Could you leave me your contact information, could we start anew now?"

Song Jiaqi shook her head: "No, Miss An Hao, you’re a big star now. I don’t want to be seen as ingratiating myself to you. Since I’ve already forgotten, perhaps it just means our relationship wasn’t all that good, so I’d forget about unimportant people."

"Unimportant people," these words floated into her heart, as if a knife, piercing her.

"I’ve been here, completing the task given to me by the station director. Since Miss An Hao doesn’t have time, I’ll be going now."

"Hey, wait—although I don’t have time to participate, I can convince my good friend, don’t worry, I’ll definitely help you."

Song Jiaqi stopped, turned back with a smile: "If it works out, then I really have to thank our past relationship."

"No need..." An Hao was in a daze, needing to support herself against a nearby chair.

Wondering about Jiaqi... how she’s been all these years.

An Hao was absent-minded as she came out of the restaurant, suddenly hearing a few honks.

She glanced at a familiar car parked at the roadside, hesitated, then turned her head and continued walking, ignoring it.

The person in the car clearly didn’t expect such a reaction, their expression changed, and they got out of the car.