Chapter 4
Chapter 4
My girlfriend, Qiu Xiaoyu, was a well-known journalist.
On July 14, 2018, my team and I were flying back to Shencheng after a seminar in Shanghai.
She, meanwhile, was attending a press conference for the pharmaceutical company where my senior colleague worked.
After the conference, she was invited to the following cocktail party in her capacity as a reporter.
At 6:40 PM, after leaving that party, she was in that car accident.
I will never forget these details as long as I live.
“Xiaoyu, on your end… I mean, what’s the date today?”
I asked the most critical question over the phone.
“Pfft… It’s our anniversary today! You bastard, don’t you dare tell me you forgot!”
“What year is it?”
“Our third year!”
“So, it’s 2018?”
“What’s wrong with you? Did you drink too much on the plane?”
“Xiaoyu, I’m… in 2022.”