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Dating My Scumbag Ex s Uncle CH 502

Author:Velvet Flower Category:urban Update time:2022-11-16 15:38:41

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Chapter 502: Amnesia

Banxias eyes immediately widened.

“Miss, you gave me my wallet as a present.”

I nodded, “Yes, and you lost it!”

Banxia immediately rolled up her sleeves.

“Impossible! I will never lose something Miss has given me.

Even if I have to dig to the center of the Earth, I will find it.

Miss, I love everything you give me like treasures!”

I smiled.

I had many things in life.

Banxia valued the wallet more than money.

I was very happy.

“Banxia, I lost my memory.

I want to find it back.

Its as precious as the wallet I gave you!” I said softly.

Banxia was stunned.

She swallowed and said softly, “A lost wallet is easy to find.

Our island is only so big.

In half a month, Id have searched through the whole island.

But how can one start to search for memory”

She was a little melancholic.

I reached out and hugged her shoulder.

“Its alright.

There will always be a way!”

Banxia never struggled with meaningless things.

She immediately smiled and said, “Yes, I believe you, Miss.”

I was feeling like quite a fool.

To think this silly girl would take my loss seriously…

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“Is uncle at home” I changed the topic.

Banxia nodded.

“Yes.”

My uncles name was Tong Hui.

He wasnt in good health.

I heard that he was poisoned when he was young.

Although he was cured, his body had already been damaged.

As a result, he always looked like he was on the verge of collapse.

I was always worried that hed sleep one day and never wake up.

However, my worry was unnecessary.

We have a very good doctor here, Mrs.

Ma Ji.

I didnt know where she studied medicine, but she was very good at it.

If my uncle didnt have her, he would have died a long time ago.

Therefore, Ma Jis status was very high.

Everyone was in awe of her.

However, she liked my uncle.

She was a die-hard fan of my uncle.

How proud she was before others, was how servile she was around my uncle.

I was a little afraid of her because she was a little spooky.

She treated me very well, but I believed it was because of my uncle.

Our relationship was one of indifference.

I was not happy, not at all.

I had no memory, none about my uncle and Ma Ji.

They reminded me who they were.

Sometimes, I doubted them because I couldnt find any sense of kinship from them.

I could take care of myself, but I had no memory.

It was like an eraser had gone into my mind to wipe away everything from my past.

My uncle said this was a hereditary illness.

The last person to have it was my grandmother.

When she died, she couldnt remember anything either.

My uncle didnt want me to become my grandmother, so I had to take medicine every day.

They were prescribed by Mrs.

Ma Ji.

Ever since I woke up, my memory had remained intact.

But I couldnt remember anything from before that.

Well, that was not entirely true.

I remembered my parents left some treasures on this small island.

My uncle wanted to find them.

Therefore, he hoped that I could remember more.

My parents had left a few hidden treasure troves, but I could only remember one of their locations.

Mrs.

Ma Ji said this couldnt be rushed.

The process of memory recovery was quite torturous.

I had this feeling that I had forgotten something or someone important.

Sometimes, I really wanted someone to pry open my skull to see which screw had fallen off.

I wanted to fix it as soon as possible.

Amnesia was like blindness.

Everything in my world was black..

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