Charles Mcintosh nodded: "Hmm, his head was injured. The doctor said he might remember the past, or he might not."
"I actually hope he doesn't remember again," Jasmine Yale sighed. "I've seen him. He's quite different now than before. Now he's sunny and open, and that's pretty good."
"Yes, it's pretty good now." Charles Mcintosh nodded, "Miss Yale, in your eyes, is losing memory a good thing or a bad thing?"
Jasmine Yale paused.
She suddenly realized something.
She saw Charles Mcintosh's serious expression, but she felt nothing. After a sudden jump, her heart calmed down.
Jasmine Yale smiled slightly, her eyes calm and unruffled.
"Memories always come with good and bad. Everyone wants to keep the good memories and discard the bad ones. But memories always represent the past. If the future can be happy, then memories aren't necessary."
Charles Mcintosh was taken aback, looking at Jasmine Yale in disbelief.
