I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 190 - 184: Car Accident in a Dream

Chapter 190: Chapter 184: Car Accident in a Dream

After truly considering Qingran as a competitor, knowing that Qingran has been making rapid progress recently, Xie Ying’an’s attitude towards studying was no less than Qingran’s.

It almost brought Old Wu to tears of sour emotion.

When Xie Ying’an entered Qingran’s room with books, Qingran didn’t know her brother hadn’t come home tonight. Ever since she won first place in her grade, she knew that Li Qingmo had been avoiding her these past few days.

Fearing that she would catch him and give him a hard time.

Xie Ying’an and Qingran sat together at the same desk as usual, answering questions until about 9:30. They saw no sign of Li Qingmo, nor heard any noise indicating his return.

Qingran was somewhat puzzled, thinking she was too absorbed in her studies to notice her brother’s return.

She put down her pen, rotated her slightly sore wrist, and asked Xie Ying’an who was still working: "Did you hear my brother come back?"

Xie Ying’an’s pen paused, and he didn’t look up: "No."

Qingran glanced at the time on her phone, somewhat puzzled: "It’s almost 10 o’clock. Could it be that he still hasn’t returned?"

"He’s not coming back." As Xie Ying’an wrote down the last character, he also put down his pen, looked up and said: "He called me earlier, said he would be staying at Song Shize’s place these days."

Song Shize?

Since when were her brother and Song Shize so close they could stay together?

Could a fight break out?

Considering Li Qingmo’s history of fighting Song Shize and Song Shize’s unchangeable habit of making snide remarks wherever he went, Qingran was genuinely worried that they might start fighting within minutes of meeting.

Seeing the concern in her heart, Xie Ying’an reassured her: "Don’t worry, Song Shize can’t beat your brother."

He could only be rubbed down by Li Qingmo.

Qingran: "..."

Thanks! Didn’t feel comforted at all.

Xie Ying’an also picked up his phone from the desk and glanced at it; it was 9:40 PM.

A malicious smile formed on the corners of the young man’s lips as he softly said: "Your brother should be worried about the thunderstorm that’s coming in twenty minutes."

"Ah???" Qingran grabbed her own phone to check: "There’s a thunderstorm tonight?"

Indeed, her phone’s weather also showed expected rainfall in 20 minutes.

That’s it, Qingran thought: The last remnants of her brother’s school bully persona in front of Song Shize would probably collapse tonight.

And collapse to the point where not much would be left.

Xie Ying’an, indifferent, maintained a detached attitude: "Even if Song Shize finds out that your brother is afraid of thunder, he would never tell anyone."

Qingran wasn’t so sure. Song Shize was the type to harm himself in order to cause greater harm to his enemy. Li Qingmo being scared of thunder—it might be something Song Shize would keep quiet for now, but if Li Qingmo truly angered him one day, Song Shize wouldn’t care about self-harm; he’d definitely spill it.

Well, that’s my brother’s own problem.

Qingran didn’t have the heart to think too much. Recently, with the semi-finals and final exams, her nerves had been on edge the whole time, and when she wasn’t studying, she started feeling sleepy.

Watching Qingran grow tired, Xie Ying’an, ever perceptive, packed up his books to return to his room, giving Qingran a deep look: "It’s late, you should rest early tonight."

Qingran nodded, covered her mouth to yawn, and tears glistened in her almond eyes under the bright light, looking as if they held stars.

Xie Ying’an’s throat moved; he quickly averted his gaze, picked up his books, and prepared to leave.

Before he could return, the mobile phone on the table, which hadn’t been picked up yet, started to ring. It was a video call from his mother, Zhao Yan.

Qingran reached out to grab the phone, planning to hand it to Xie Ying’an, but Xie Ying’an swiftly grabbed the phone before her.

The young man moved quickly, grabbing the phone without answering it and walked outside, then he closed the door in one swift motion.

By the time Qingran came to her senses, Xie Ying’an was nowhere to be seen in the room.

Qingran: "..."

Why did she feel that Xie Ying’an was acting like he had a guilty conscience?

Forget it, thinking too much is less useful than washing up and going to sleep. Tomorrow is a new day, and in this last year, she only has one task: to study!

Everything else is just fleeting.

Today, Qingran went to bed relatively early. By the time she lay down, it was already 10:10 PM.

Qingran no longer had the energy to pick up her phone; she felt exceptionally sleepy today, to the point where she thought she would fall asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

However, once she actually lay in bed, she suddenly felt not so sleepy.

Tsk! Perhaps this is the so-called paradox.

Qingran didn’t know exactly what time she fell asleep, only that she had another dream today.

In the dream, there was a girl seen from behind, walking along the bustling street. The silhouette seemed vaguely familiar, yet Qingran couldn’t figure out who it was.

All she could see in the moving silhouette was a trace of loneliness, as if suffocating to the extreme, with no way to vent, and only accumulating in her heart, making her feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

On the busy street with people coming and going, the slender figure walked against the crowd with rapid steps, not looking up to see the road.

Those on the road who saw her naturally stepped aside, clearing a path for her. Those who didn’t see her collided face-to-face, and even if they fell to the ground, the girl would just mechanically get up and keep walking.

She didn’t care about the pointing fingers and curses from the people behind her.

Knowing that this was a dream and that it would end sooner or later, Qingran didn’t want to follow her, but her legs weren’t under her own control and automatically kept up with the figure.

Passing a cross street, a small alley, walking along the road, Qingran followed behind the girl for a long time, so long that she felt the dream would end soon, but the dream continued.

It was unclear what had hit the girl, but she kept walking and never stopped. As the dream prolonged, Qingran’s mood grew increasingly irritable. Since the pedestrians on the road couldn’t see her, she just found a spot to sit down on the ground, trying to rest.

Just as Qingran sat down, she suddenly heard the harsh sound of a car honking and braking, followed by a loud crash.

The crowd began to stir and quickly surrounded the scene into a dense circle.

From the crowd, someone shouted loudly: "Someone was hit, someone got hit, call 120, hurry, hurry!"

Another person yelled: "Does anyone know first aid? Come over and help stop the bleeding!"

Qingran also stood up, feeling a bit helpless and not knowing what to do, but she had a premonition that the person hit was probably the girl she saw before.

The crowd was bustling, and all around were voices of regret: "Ah—what a pity, she was so young..."

"So much blood, she must be badly injured, I wonder if she can still be saved, ah..."

Qingran wanted to squeeze into the crowd to see if the victim of the accident was indeed the girl she saw before.

But before she could get there, a familiar ringtone suddenly rang out, waking her up.

It was the alarm she set.

The day had dawned, and it was time to wake from the dream.