"I... lost... my memory. Seeing your... face, it... feels familiar..."
"Really?"
The scarred man looked me up and down, thought about it seriously, then shook his head.
"Sorry, I really don't know you. You must have mistaken me for someone else."
"Is... that... so..."
It seemed I really had mistaken him for someone else... Maybe the person I knew also had a scar on his face? Was that why
this man gave me such a familiar
feeling?
"You said you lost your memory?"
"Mm."
"Do you still know your own name? If you do, I might be able to remember."
"No... I remember... Now, my name is Mo... Buyu. He... gave me... that name."
As I spoke, I pointed at Mo Buyu, who was standing not far away.
"Mm, then I really am sorry. I can't remember."
"Mm... sorry, for... causing... trouble..."
"Enough. I'll make the call on this. I won't hold it against you. Let her go."
The scarred man looked at the soldiers nearby, then at the injury on my leg. He took a small plaque from his pocket.
"Take this. Go to the hospital and get your leg treated. You can use this plaque to cover the cost."
"Th... thanks..."
I looked up at the scarred man, took the plaque, and put it in my pocket. Then, forcing myself to bear the pain in my right leg, I turned and headed out.
After I'd taken a few steps, the scarred man's voice came from behind me again.
"Although I don't know you, you look a lot like someone. Mm, really a lot like her..."
"Who?"
I turned around and looked at Scarface.
Scarface was looking at me too, scrutinizing me again from head to toe before nodding.
"You should be glad you look so much like Fang