My childhood sweetheart, Xie Muchen, was the person I loved, and the one who hurt me the most.
In our junior year of college, my gentle, well-behaved childhood friend fell for his scheming first love and gave up his recommendation for a place in graduate school.
Worried about his future, I told his parents what had happened.
His parents forced them to break up. Since we had both excelled academically, the university recommended us for further study abroad.
But he got me drunk and sent me to a room with several Black men, where I endured unimaginable torment.
When I woke the next day and saw the filth scattered across the floor, I was inconsolable.
He said it was the punishment I deserved for breaking him and his first love apart.
I ran out of the apartment in an emotional breakdown and was hit by a passing car.
When I opened my eyes, I was back at my eighteenth birthday, the source of my nightmare.
Fine. This time, I’ll help the wicked do evil.
