Lin Xian spread his hands:
"Just a few seconds of memory, is it really worth you going to such lengths?"
CC chuckled softly.
Looking at the village chief's grandma's already closed door, and the window where the lard lamp had been extinguished:
"Didn't the village chief's grandma just tell you the answer to that question?"
"[Memory is different from a movie clip because memory itself carries emotions.]"
"Just like you're unwilling to tell the village chief's grandma about her childhood, when you recall that scene, is it just an image? There must be emotions like sadness, regret, and pain mixed in, right? That's the magic of memories."
"Why do I have only two memory fragments about you in my mind, and they are disconnected and incoherent, yet when I saw you again today, I still trust you immensely? The reason lies in those memory fragments also being emotional... The emotions that spring up when I recall that scene are trust in you."
"I understand." Lin Xian looked at CC: