Recently, Jiang Yue had been hounded by a chain-smoking, bar-hopping delinquent who never studied. She said she absolutely hated people like him. But on the very day I transferred my spot in Harvard's direct-entry PhD program to her, she went partying at a bar with that delinquent. The bar accidentally caught fire. I risked certain death to save her, while the delinquent perished in the flames. “I didn't want to go. He forced me,” Jiang Yue sobbed as she threw herself into my arms. Later, Jiang Yue returned after completing her studies, while I died in a fire she had carefully staged. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I transferred my spot.
