Chapter 350 Go find Brother Bingshan

If the boy is real, why doesn't he exist in her memory? And...why was he protecting her like that?

Even, for her to be able to disregard her own life and death. Countless questions were like a mess, confusing Ruan Qi's brain.

She had dreamed of this boy before, but because she had no doubts about her memory at the time, she took it for granted that it was just a dream and that the boy was just a phantom in the dream.

But since she gradually remembered what happened ten years ago, Ruan Qi began to suspect that the boy she called 'Brother Bingshan' in her dream might actually exist.

But why would she forget him? What does he have to do with the August 20 incident? Where did they meet?

Ruan Qi was out of breath as she was burdened with doubts one after another. She lowered her head and covered her face, trying to search for the existence of this young man in her memory.

However, nothing was found. This boy, like Jiang Chunian and the August 20 incident, disappeared without a trace in her memory.

"I chose to forget Jiang Chunian and the August 20 incident because I was too scared. Then why did I choose to forget that boy?" Ruan Qi asked this sentence to herself, and then, in her mind The scene of the boy sinking to the bottom of the river by those men emerged again.

Her heart throbbed inexplicably. What happened to that boy? Is he dead? In fact, from a rational point of view, Ruan Qi knew that the boy's survival rate was very low.

He fell into a coma before being thrown into the river. And the river was so deep that unless the boy could wake up immediately, it would be difficult for him to survive.

But, emotionally speaking... Ruan Qi hopes that a miracle will happen. Although she had no memory of the boy, she subconsciously felt that the boy she called 'Brother Iceberg' was a very important person.

Ruan Qi even felt that the reason why she forgot about the boy might be because she could not accept the fact that he had drowned.

After all, she was only nine years old. For a nine-year-old girl, watching the brother she knew die trying to protect her was too much.

Thinking of the scene in the dream, Ruan Qi couldn't help but sigh. She rubbed her sore forehead, leaned back, and fell into the soft Simmons.

"Uncle Bai Li, are you asleep?"

"I didn't sleep." Bai Li's voice sounded in her head. Ruan Qi stared at the dim ceiling, blinked her dry eyes, and said softly: "I dreamed about that boy again. Since I can remember the content of the nightmare, this is the third time I have dreamed about him. Bai Li Uncle, do you think he is still alive?" Bai Li: "..." He is alive.

Not only is he alive, he also has you soaked in his hands. Bai Li really wanted to tell the truth, but it concerned Ruan Qi's mental state, so he could only swallow the words back in frustration.

"Girl, don't think too much."

"Uncle Bai Li, I hope he can live." Ruan Qi opened his eyes in confusion.

"Although I don't have the memory of that year, I always feel that he is very important to me." This feeling has nothing to do with love between men and women.

She is just a nine-year-old girl who simply likes her most important friend. Ruan Qi lost her memory and didn't know how close she and the boy were back then.

But she couldn't forget the heartbreaking feeling in the dream.

"I want to find him. Whether he's dead or alive, I want to find him."