Han Feng thought about it and realized that nothing particularly special had happened during his childhood. His memories were somewhat hazy.
He scratched his head and said awkwardly, "I... I was still young back then. Besides, it's been so long. How could I remember everything so clearly?"
Su Qiao was utterly speechless.
His memories were a chaotic, blurry mess. Not only had he failed to notice it, but he could even come up with excuses automatically. That was truly something to admire.
She really couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Idiot, you've been hypnotized."
"You're not even really named Han Feng. You aren't a farmer or the son of a pig butcher, either. All those memories in your head are fake. Someone deliberately implanted them in you. Do you understand?"
Hypnosis?
Han Feng was dumbfounded.
"I don't understand. How could my memories be fake?"
"My brain isn't damaged. How could they possibly be fake?"
Su Qiao looked at him with absolute certainty. "I don't know whether your brain is damaged, but I can guarantee one hundred percent that someone tampered with your memories."
Han Feng finally began to waver, but he still couldn't believe that all the memories in his mind were fake.
They had clearly felt so real.
"You're not a doctor. How can you be so certain?"
"Don't believe me?"
Su Qiao thought for a moment.
"Later, I'll make you believe me."
By the time their group descended from Stone Mountain and reached the valley between the two mountains, it was almost dark.
Fortunately, Mo Jin had made a fire starter from a bamboo tube and cattail grass the night before, so they no longer needed to start a fire from scratch.
This was their second night in the forest.
Luckily, they found another stream, so they wouldn't