Ye Mo jolted awake at his desk.
The sting of a piece of chalk hitting his forehead was vivid, and the clamor of the classroom suddenly felt too real to be a memory.
The blackboard read September 1, 2008: the starting point of every tragedy in his life.
It was the first day of his senior year. Tomorrow, his father would be framed and driven to suicide, and Ye Mo would fall into hell from then on.
The bitter weight of failure from his previous life pressed heavily against his chest.
The strict homeroom teacher at the lectern and Lin Wei, the classmate in the back row who used to mock him under her breath, were all young again.
Ye Mo calmly wiped away the nonexistent drool at the corner of his mouth.
“This time, I’ll be the one to tear up their life scripts.”
