Liang Zixuan came out of the dressing room. As she was walking through the backstage corridor, she was suddenly hit on the shoulder by a man coming from the opposite direction.
The person she had collided with did not say a word of apology. He just glanced at her and kept walking.
Liang Zixuan stood there looking at the person's back. She had a nagging feeling from the glance earlier that she had seen this man before.
It was not like she could remember someone with just a glance. But with this man, she felt his impact on her memory was not as simple as just one glance. The person who can make an impression on her memory was someone she had met before.
This person ...
Liang Zixuan thought long and hard. Even though the man had completely disappeared from her sight, she still had no idea who the man was.
"Just forget about it." She said to herself, "Maybe... I've seen him before."
