On the eve of the college entrance exam, an earthquake struck the school.
I was injured by a collapsing wall while saving my childhood sweetheart, and my left leg had to be amputated.
Later, she knelt before me with her Peking University admission letter and swore she would treat me well for the rest of her life.
But two years later, just as I had finished recovering, learned to use my prosthetic leg with ease, and gotten my life back on track,
she sneered and pushed me off a tall building:
“If you hadn’t failed to save Song Yi, I wouldn’t have lost him!”
“So go to hell and keep him company.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the earthquake site, just before the college entrance exam.
