When Sonia was answering the questions, everyone came over to watch, even Denzel.

Then everyone looked at the hooded man in the painting, and then looked at Ash.

"Isn't this you?"

"Yes, I think it's me too." Ash said, "So the answer to this question is definitely not this."

Although Sonia thought so, she didn't understand Ash's confidence: "Why are you so sure?"

"Because she asked about 'the one you love the most'." Ash said, "Let's not talk about me for now. What do you think is the relationship between the other two people in the other paintings and the lovers?"

Everyone hesitated for a moment before realizing that the lover Ash was talking about was Sonia.

Diya looked at the middle-aged peasant woman and guessed, "This should be the mother of my lover (Sonia)?"

"It could also be a foster mother, teacher, aunt, etc.," Denzel added, "But no matter who she is, judging from her age, she should have raised her lover."

Sonia nodded: "Although I have no memory of her, I think she is very kind. She is most likely my elder."

Ash nodded slightly in agreement with their point of view, pointed at the thin and dark little girl in the painting and said, "What about her?"

Denzel guessed, "Daughter?"

Sonia frowned slightly: "Maybe it's my sister?"

"Stop making noise!"

While everyone was discussing, a hysterical scream suddenly came from the side. Diya was seen bending over in pain, hitting her head hard, and her slightly pure hair began to become dirty again.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, stop arguing, stop arguing! Don't argue inside my head!" She cursed with tears in her voice.

The reason why Diya was able to calm down just now was because Ash attracted her attention and made a lot of difficult-to-falsify inferences, which made her and her sisters digest the information and had no time to think.

Once Ash stopped occupying her attention, the sisters started to act like they had lost their parents' supervision. They were just guessing about the identity of the little girl in the painting, but they started with a discussion, then developed into an argument, and finally turned into a quarrel that Diya couldn't stand.

"bite."

Diya felt something was stuffed into her mouth, and she bit it hard subconsciously. As the bite spread throughout her body, the scream blocked in her throat was slowly swallowed back, and the pressure was slowly released as her teeth bit, and even the quarrels of the sisters quieted down.

It was then that Diya realized that she was biting Ash's hand, and she quickly let go and blew on it: "Yes, I'm sorry, I--"

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Ash said, "Look, there's not even a scratch on it, don't worry about it... This is really a magical place."

"Suffering is like drowning. The harder you try, the more painful it will be. The correct way to save yourself is to stay still and let others pull you out of the water. When you feel uncomfortable, just bite my hand."

Diya grabbed Ash's hand, hesitated and nodded, then licked the part she had just bitten, rather embarrassedly. Ash laughed at this: "You don't have to savor it so carefully, do you? Well, if you feel that you are not in a good condition, you don't have to participate in our discussion. Just focus on eating my hand."

Diya thought for a moment before she realized that "sister" was talking about herself. She was about to agree, but her expression became uncomfortable again. She opened her mouth and pressed it against Ash's hand, but did not bite it, as if she was looking for the best place to bite.

But after a moment she suddenly said: "We feel that she is neither the lover's daughter nor the lover's sister."

"She is the lover herself."

Perhaps to apologize, or perhaps to prove that they were more than just a piece of noise, the sisters in their minds told Diya the answer and strongly urged her to say it.

The others were startled, and looked carefully at the dark and thin little girl in the picture, and then looked seriously at Sonia. Tonight, Sonia was wearing a blue and white dress, with a red coat with gold edges on her left shoulder. She looked like the most beautiful protagonist on the stage. The difference between her and the little girl in the painting was like the difference between flowers and green leaves.

"Although this is indeed possible," Ash said, "but his appearance is not convincing enough, right?"

Sonia also shook her head vigorously - she didn't want to associate the ugly girl in the painting with herself from the bottom of her heart.

Denzel nodded. "Now that you mention it, they do look alike."

"How are they similar?" Sonia retorted: "The nose, mouth, and eyes are not similar at all, right?"

This is why they didn't think about it at first: if this was Sonia when she was a child, then you can definitely tell from her facial features. After all, people grow up in the same way, and even if there are many changes, you can still see the traces of time. However, although Sonia and the little girl in the painting are not completely similar, there are indeed many differences that make it impossible to connect them at first glance.

"The eyes are very similar."

Diya shook her head and said, "She... We think that the look in this little girl's eyes is exactly the same as yours."

"Alert, stubborn, bright."

Sonia was stunned and looked down at the little girl in the picture album.

Her eyes look... a lot like mine?

At the moment their eyes met, as if some miracle was triggered, Sonia blinked and found herself entering the world inside the painting.

This is the edge of the forest outside the village. A stream extends from the woods into the town. The light of the shining star flows in the river, dances on the river pebbles, and shines brightly in the eyes of the children.

There were a few children quarreling not far away. Sonia couldn't hear clearly, but from the children's expressions and actions, apart from the pauses in the tone, the rest of the words from both sides should be swear words that were personal attacks.

This was not a battle of equal strength, as one side was a mixed team while the other was a one-man army - the little girl challenged several contestants of the same age alone. She stood on a rock with her hands on her hips, looking down from above. Her rapidly opening and closing lips and the enemy's almost crying face were enough to prove that this was a one-sided massacre.

Soon, the other children were scolded and sent away, but the winner was not happy either. She walked angrily to a big tree near the stream, sat down next to the trunk, clicked her bracelet, and summoned a light screen to play an educational video.

She was wearing clothes that had been washed so much that they turned grey. Her skin was tanned from working hard. It was obvious that she was not well-nourished. She was obviously thinner than her peers and looked as if she could be blown away by the wind. She casually pulled out some dogtail grass next to her and rolled it up with her fingers to play with it. Judging from her proficiency, she must have spent a lot of time playing with the grass.

Although the world seemed to have given her no more gifts besides sunshine and nature, there was no confusion or dejection in her eyes. Instead, she stared at the educational video on the screen, her eyes becoming more lively because of the knowledge.

She hugged her legs tightly and curled up into a ball, as if she was protecting herself, or as if she wanted to hide herself.

As if noticing something, the little girl turned her head and looked at Sonia. In her tender and clear pupils, Sonia's spherical figure was reflected.

"Lover?"

Sonia came back to her senses when she heard Ash's voice. She looked at the album again, but nothing strange happened this time, as if it was just an illusion.

After a moment of silence, Sonia nodded heavily: "Yes, she is me when I was a child."

Although he didn't know how Sonia confirmed it, it was obvious that the opinions of the respondents had the highest weight. Ash tacitly accepted this assumption and said, "If that's the case, then the answer is obvious."

Denzel asked, "We have only deduced the identities of these three people, but the question is, if you ask a lover who his 'favorite person' is, how do you know the answer?"

"The so-called 'favorite' is actually a comparison of the degree of love. Since we can compare, we can use the process of elimination." Ash said: "If one of these three people must die, who would you choose as a lover?"

Sonia said without much hesitation, "You."

"Very good. If one more person needs to die among the remaining two people..." Ash said, "Who would you choose?"

Sonia's pupils dilated and she turned her head to stare at Ash.

Diya said timidly: "This doesn't seem right. After all, we don't have any memories now. If we had memories, maybe we would make different choices-"

"We just lost our memories, not our personalities." Ash spread his hands and said, "If we have to add the variable of 'memory' to guess the correct answer, then our current discussion is meaningless. Maybe my lover loves me the most?"

"Besides, memory is not something that remains unchanged. Personality determines memory."

Amid the confused gazes of everyone who was wondering what the hell you were talking about, Ash explained, "Memory is actually a very ambiguous and subjective information. When you want to hate someone, you will ignore their strengths and advantages; and when you like someone, you will also ignore their weaknesses and potential dangers."

"If you have a cheerful personality, you will not remember the sad things; if you complain about everything, you will not remember the little good things in life."

“Love and favorite are completely different concepts. Memory can make you fall in love with someone, but that is the result of giving. But memory cannot change your favorite, because your favorite means you are willing to give everything for her, even if it means changing your own personality to please her - this is called "the best." ”

"So, I think the answer to your question, my lover (Sonia), will not change because of the existence or non-existence of memory, because you made your choice a long time ago. In order to protect "your favorite", you have already modified your memory and adjusted your personality."

"But you don't have to answer my question." Ash pulled Diya up and motioned for Denzel to turn around and look behind him. "Although it may sound a bit self-deceptive, we won't look at your answer. I hope you won't worry about us and try to give the most truthful answer possible."

"Need not."

Sonia said calmly, "I don't know you, why should I care about you? What the knight said makes sense. Before entering the cabin, I had already determined who I loved the most. So my memories, my personality, and everything about me are all for the purpose of making life better for the person I love the most."

"So, Sword Princess, my answer is - the person I love the most is this little girl."

"I saw you guys were having such a lively discussion, so I didn't interrupt." Sword Princess said, "According to the specifications, each question is equivalent to one of your treasures. If you answer it wrong, you will lose it immediately. If you answer it right, you will get double the amount back. The treasure bound to this question is - your swordsmanship faction realm."

"Even though you have lost your memory, you still retain your knowledge. You should be able to understand the value of this treasure, right?"

Sonia's expression remained unchanged: "My answer remains the same."

"Okay." Sword Princess said straightforwardly: "You are right."

She flicked her fingers, and two golden streams of light fell into Sonia's body: "This is your swordsmanship faction realm and your reward - the time faction realm of the same level."

Without waiting for Sonia to digest the reward, Jian Ji turned the album to another page: "Second question - among these three people, who do you hate the most?"

A woman with messy hair, dark circles under her eyes, and a sword with her feet on the desk.

A female student wearing beautiful clothes and putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

And... a woman wearing pure white silk stockings, sleeves and a short skirt, looking dignified, generous and friendly, but with the same appearance as Motley Diya.

Diya blinked, pointed at her pure white self and said, "First, eliminate this wrong option..."

"No, don't rule it out yet." Ash grabbed her wrist: "I think this might be the right option."