My flight crashed. In my despair, the flight attendant allowed us to turn on our phones.
I couldn’t get through to my boyfriend, Qin Huai’an.
But in our WeChat group, I saw screenshots of messages from Qin Huai’an, urging Meng Qingqing to change her flight.
The usually aloof man’s messages were full of pleas.
[Qingqing, I can’t lose you again. Change your flight, please?]
I looked at their conversation, which had passed 999+ messages, closed my eyes, and called my friend Su Zhiyou.
“Zhiyou, the plane’s in trouble. I’ll watch over you from above and wish you happiness for the rest of your life.”
I hung up amid her heartbroken sobs.
I transferred all the money in my bank account to Zhiyou.
The chocolate I’d planned to use to propose shattered with me amid the roar, turning to ash.
Qin Huai’an didn’t know that the flight he’d asked Meng Qingqing to change to was the one she’d switched me onto.
