She was the living An Jin, not the dead Wamiya.
"What's wrong?" Seeing his strange and conflicted expression, she thought something must have happened and quickly jogged over to him.
"It's nothing. I just suddenly remembered someone. Um, she was very kind to me when I was little."
"You saw someone else... in me?" An Jin studied his slightly flustered expression, then gave a nonchalant smile and said softly, "It wouldn't happen to be that friend of Ze Sheng's you mentioned, would it?"
"How could that be? Why would I ever mistake you for someone else? You have to believe me. You're one of a kind."
Even though the female before him was smiling gently, he could tell she was a little angry. He pursed his lips and said softly, "You know... Ze Sheng has lived for a very long time. It's inevitable that many people in his life have passed on. You might... just look a bit like one of his friends."
"...No wonder," An Jin said, nodding with understanding.
