An hour had passed, and she still felt distraught, not knowing if it was because she couldn't find a clue to her memory, or because of the despair in the man's eyes as he left.

Despair made her heart throb and ache.

This situation lasted all morning, Xu An hated this feeling of being at a loss, so he took out his mobile phone and typed the number that was familiar and disgusting to her, and the bell rang a few times and was connected, which showed that the other party was connected quickly.

"Xiao An?" The deep voice revealed a bit of surprise, but more of joy.

In contrast, Xu An's attitude was diametrically opposite, and his voice was cold and couldn't be cold.

"You should know what I came back for, I ask you again, and for the last time, what really happened seven years ago? Why do I have amnesia? ”

"Didn't I say that you accidentally fell down the stairs seven years ago and hit your head······"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xu An, and his tone was full of impatience: "Xu Lang, I'm not a fool. ”

After speaking, Xu An directly ended the call.

Already, there is no need to ask.

She wasn't stupid enough to believe that, and since she woke up seven years ago and asked what had happened, her father said she was naughty and accidentally fell down the stairs and hit her head, causing amnesia.

At that time, her first reaction was dazed, but she also believed it.

One is a father and the other is an elder brother, both of whom are her closest relatives, and it is impossible to lie to her.

Just half a month after she recovered, she began to have nightmares constantly, and countless vague fragments appeared in her dreams, sometimes with the hideous faces of men like devils; Sometimes it was the raging fire that burned everything, she was wrapped in the flames, and she was eaten up little by little, and sometimes she could hear the helpless cries and begs for mercy of women······

Although she couldn't see the specific picture clearly, or even anyone's face, the monstrous fear and helplessness and the heart-wrenching pain were so real, real that she thought that it was the experience she had had.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the nightmare would wrap around her like vines, and she couldn't break free.

Since then, whenever she faces her father and brother, a wave of hatred and resentment wells up in her heart, disgusted with their care and proximity, and in the third year after her amnesia, she asked them why, and what did they answer?

"Xiao An, you are Dad's only daughter, Dad's sweetheart, how can Dad be willing to hurt you, you are injured, Dad hurts more than you."

"The things in the dream can't be trusted, you just need to know, my dad and I love you very much."

They didn't directly deny whether they had done anything to hurt her before, but diverted her attention by answering evasively.

This made Xu An begin to suspect that his amnesia was not caused by falling down the stairs as his father said.

It wasn't until that day, outside her study, that she heard the conversation between her father and brother, that she knew that her amnesia was related to the reason why the Xu family left Beicheng seven years ago.

Yu Bai's figure appeared in his head, and a voice in his heart kept shouting: Trust him, he can help you······

When the sun loses its warm luster and slowly sets, night is about to fall.

At the beginning of the day, the stars are dotted.

The street lights and car lights reflect each other, and the night in the north city never seems to be lonely.

(End of chapter)