I Died for Her in My Past Life, and Now I Watch Her Cry

The instant the runaway truck hurtled toward Liu Ruyan, the memory that flashed through my mind wasn’t one of fear. It was the words she’d said twenty years later, kneeling beside my hospital bed and weeping.

“Qiming, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong!”

But by then, I’d spent five years lying in that hospital bed, completely unable to feel anything below the waist, while the child in her arms belonged to Zhao Jianguo, once my very best friend.

“Liu Ruyan! Get out of the way!” I shouted almost instinctively, but my legs were rooted to the spot, unable to move. Liu Ruyan turned to look at me, her eyes full of surprise. “Qiming? Why aren’t you coming over...