I fell in love with my rival—and my roommate.
The good news: she was a woman.
The bad news: she was straight.
On the surface, Pei Ruoqing and I couldn’t stand each other.
In secret, I was practically begging, “Big Sister, slap me.”
We stayed tangled up like that until our five-year college reunion.
After the reunion, I used my drunkenness as an excuse to climb into her car.
When I saw that our old class president was still hopelessly in love with her, I deliberately picked a fight.
She shot back coldly, “He likes me.
Does that really make you so jealous?”
Before I could answer, an out-of-control truck came hurtling toward us.
I threw myself over her without thinking—and died protecting her.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on freshman move-in day, staring straight at Pei Ruoqing as she pushed open our dorm-room door.
