Aria Richardson turned her gaze to her, her clean eyes full of perplexity, "Who are you? Do we know each other?"
Lily Armstrong frowned, her eyes fixed on Aria Richardson's eyes, clearly seeing the confusion in them, not at all like pretending.
And her gaze was so clear that it didn't bear any hatred, as if she really didn't recognize her.
Did she lose her memory?
Seeing the woman in front of her staring at her in a daze, Aria Richardson raised her hand and waved it in front of her, "Miss?"
For some reason, Aria Richardson found the person in front of her very strange, with a deep hatred in her eyes.
Aria Richardson didn't know where the hatred in her eyes came from, she clearly didn't know her.
Lily Armstrong released Aria Richardson's arm, her face quickly changed, and she smiled gently, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else, you look a lot like a friend of mine. What's your name?"
