Ned's smile grew even brighter. He walked over to Sophie, took the clothes from her hands, and helped her hang them in the closet.
"I just don't remember anything from the past—that's all it is, amnesia. But the doctor never said I was an idiot, and he never said my reactions would be slow."
Sophie lowered her eyes and stopped speaking.
"I really wish I hadn't lost my memory," he suddenly said.
"Why?"
"Because I want to know why I'm here." Although his expression was tinged with melancholy, he was still smiling. "If I can't recover my memories, I'll never remember the reason I came here. And maybe that forgotten reason will become the greatest regret of my life."
Sophie held her breath as she gazed at him.
"What's wrong?" Not understanding the look in her eyes, Ned asked.
