The instant the red wine splashed over me, I heard the dull thud of my skull hitting the stairs in my previous life. Lin Mo’s panicked face loomed closer, her lips coated in strawberry-flavored lipstick moving as she said, “I’m so sorry, Xingxing. My hand slipped…” Just like when she crushed my fingers underfoot in my previous life and said, “Sorry, I didn’t see them.”
