Are you Song Chengfeng?

"Song Chengfeng, come out with me!" Mr. Qi's voice was thick with irritation, his words sharp and unmistakable. They immediately seized Miss Qi's attention, though, oddly enough, it wasn't the tone or authority of her father's voice that had caught her off guard. 

No, what truly drew her focus was the name he had spoken—Song Chengfeng. 

Song Chengfeng? Miss Qi repeated the name quietly in her mind, feeling a strange weight in the sound of it. 

Curiosity bubbled inside her as she turned her head toward her father, her gaze following his stern look across the room. There, sitting at the far corner, was a man who immediately stood out.

He was disheveled, his appearance a stark contrast to the memory that had been implanted in her mind upon waking earlier that day. 

In fact, it wasn't just the appearance of this man that caught her off guard—it was the entire context of what had been thrust upon her, the memories of Qi Jianyi.