As soon as she heard this, An Le's eyes slightly narrowed, and she quickly looked at Yan Huan.
Yan Huan, standing in front of her, also looked directly at her, meeting her gaze,
"So, when we reunited at the comic convention, I didn't recognize you."
Upon hearing Yan Huan refer to their reunion as happening at the "comic convention" and not earlier, An Le, whose eyes had been narrowed, seemed to regain some composure.
The next second, she blinked and understandingly waved her hand, saying,
"It's okay, Xiao Huan, after all, it's been so long... if you didn't remind me, I probably wouldn't remember clearly either..."
Saying this, An Le placed her hand on her chest, speaking softly,
"Besides, now that Xiao Huan and I have recognized each other, it's all good. There's no need to dwell on it."
"..."
Listening to her words, Yan Huan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
As Yan Huan mentioned, that's exactly how An Le is.
