The plane caught fire, but I, its captain, refused to land and kept the passengers circling in the sky, waiting to die.
In my previous life, flight attendant supervisor Li Lingyu broke the rules by bringing a lighter onto the plane, setting the luggage compartment on fire.
The cabin was cramped, and the flames spread in an instant, causing the plane to malfunction. Within minutes, many passengers had fainted.
But Li Lingyu hid behind the copilot, crying pitifully and refusing to provide even basic assistance.
To save the passengers, I risked opening the emergency exit and letting them parachute to safety. I crashed into the mountains with the out-of-control plane, shattering all four of my limbs.
But when I woke up, there were no commendations or awards waiting for me.
The passengers' friends and family crowded around my hospital bed, beating and cursing me.
Only then did I learn that every passenger who had parachuted to safety had died.
I was sent straight to court to stand trial. Li Lingyu appeared as a witness and claimed that I had brought the lighter onto the plane and caused the fire.
My parents testified against me. Not only did they produce a record showing that I had bought the lighter, they also told the media that I suffered from depression, was mentally unstable, and had deliberately started the fire to take revenge on society.
I was convicted and sent to a psychiatric hospital, where I was electrocuted to death.
But I could never understand why my shopping app showed a record of buying a lighter.
And why had my parents, who had always been proud of me, lied and said I was the culprit?
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the plane caught fire.