"Old man," Anke asked curiously, his hand on the steering wheel, "so you said that girl looks familiar. Do you know her?"
"No," He Ao replied slowly, "she just looks like an old friend of mine, an old friend I met while traveling across the continent."
"Perhaps it's the ancestor of this girl or something?" Anke speculated, "Was she as pretty?"
"Much prettier than her." He Ao remarked casually.
"Were you not on good terms?" Anke pondered and asked, "I feel like you didn't hold back against that girl either."
"Feeling sympathetic now?" He Ao laughed.
"Not at all," Anke quickly shook his head, "to be honest, if you hadn't acted, those kids and I would have certainly been killed by her."
"At first, my 'old friend' and I got along well," He Ao's tone paused slightly, as if caught in some recollection, "we shared many commonalities, like old acquaintances seeing each other after many years. Unfortunately, later she insisted I have a child, and I could only leave."
