The moment the red wine was poured over me, I heard the muffled sound of my skull hitting the steps in my previous life. Lin Mo's panicked face magnified in front of her eyes, and her mouth covered in strawberry-flavored lipstick was opening and closing: "I'm sorry, Xingxing, my hand slipped -" just like what she said when she crushed my finger in her previous life, "I'm sorry, I didn't see it."
