"What's wrong?" Sonia was somewhat nervous.
"Nothing, I was just thinking, if I recover my memories, does that mean the 'me' at this moment is killed by the 'me' from the past?"
"Why are you suddenly indulging in philosophical speculation now?" Sonia, tense in every nerve, was infuriated.
Denzel suddenly asked, "Are you afraid?"
Ash thought for a moment and actually nodded. "Maybe."
"Let's say," Ash looked at Sonia, "weren't you saying that our real relationship might not be that of lovers? But right now, I truly see you as my lover."
"Or to put it in another way, more direct, without any ambiguity, laying my heart bare—I like you now."
Sonia was startled.
"But if after leaving the cabin, our memories tell us that we are not in that kind of relationship, does that mean the 'me' who likes you now is killed by the earlier 'me'?"
"Thinking about it that way," Ash sighed, "memory truly is a terrifying power."
"But this is just evasion."
Everyone was startled.
