When Ina first heard these words, she was surprised.
For as a child, she indeed loved red, and it was true that she had come to dislike it for certain reasons.
But how could he know that?
Although surprised, Ina didn't dwell too long on this question. After all, there were just a few colors, and red wasn't too surprising a guess for a little girl's preference.
So she pondered more about Yong Xin's question itself.
Yong Xin had made the metaphor concrete, but Ina still found it somewhat unfathomable, so she shook her head and said, "I don't understand, I am me, no matter what color I like, it is still me."
"That's true, that's what normal people would think," Yong Xin said, "but could it be possible, the reason you think that way, is because you now like black? What if one day, a voice appears in your mind, that voice knows everything about you, has had the same experiences as you, as if it was another you, but the only difference is... she likes red."
