However, she held back, pretending not to recognize them, and greeted them kindly, "I heard you were looking for me? Is there something you need?"
Fan Fan tugged at Little Fiveās sleeve and muttered, "She really looks just like her... except for that scar..."
"I almost thought I saw Sister Man..."
The two hesitated for a moment before Fan Fan mustered the courage to ask her, "Are you... really not Sister Man?"
"By Sister Man, do you mean Xiao Man?"
They both nodded vigorously.
"Iām not," Heatherās face showed not a hint of doubt, "I suppose you probably found your way here after seeing me in the news, and learned that my name is Heather."
"We did know... but you... you really look so much like Sister Man, even more so in person. We just couldnāt believe it, so we wanted to come see for ourselves... but..."
It was then that they realized, even seeing for themselves, apart from thinking that she looked astonishingly similar in both appearance and aura, there was nothing else they could do. The result: they remained utterly confused.
"I really apologize, Iām truly not Xiao Man. There have been so many people mistaking me for Xiao Man lately, not just you, so I donāt mind it. To resemble Xiao Man is a privilege in itself."
"Our Sister Man..." Fan Fan, being very sentimental, teared up at the mention of Xiao Man, "Our Sister Man was so unfortunate... It wasnāt her fault, but she was driven to death by public opinion... without leaving any last words..."
Only then did Little Five introduce their identity to Heather: "Weāre really sorry, Miss Hai, for coming to you so abruptly. But we just... really wanted to see you in person. The two of us, we used to be assistants under Sister Man, following her for many years."
"So you were assistants, then you must be very upset, my condolences."
Looking at the two of them, Heather felt a vague sense of sadness in her heart too, but she managed to hold it back.
She absolutely couldnāt show anything in front of them, otherwise, sheād give herself away.
"What use is being sad, Sister Man will never return to us again."
"I donāt know how to comfort you, let me buy you a cup of coffee."
In truth, they understood that the dead cannot come back to life, and generally wouldnāt think that Xiao Man could return to this world.
After chatting for a bit, offering some consolation, she saw them off in a taxi after finishing coffee.
Watching their backs, Heather smiled.
Little Five, Fan Fan, thank you for remembering that such a me once existed.
Back on set, Su Jin told her, gossiping, "Sister Weiwei! Big news!"
"What big~ news?" she mimicked her tone and asked with a smile.
"Itās Jiang Yang! Went in with the director."
"Jiang Yang?" Did he still have the nerve to show his face? She thought heād hide at home and never come out again.
"Yes! Guess what? He got beaten up by someone, and his face is swollen like a pigās head! How could a perfectly fine person get beaten up like this? That person must be bold, daring to hit a star!"
Heather scratched her forehead, thinking this had nothing to do with her.
She only punched him in the stomach, and not even hard.
She wondered who had served him justice before she did.
Serves him right!
Jiang Yang, although she didnāt know him very well, she could tell just from those few interactions that he had a particularly foul mouth.