I suddenly laughed, both tragic and ridiculous. Alan held me with one hand and slapped me hard with the other. "Laughing? You look like a damn ghost who is bad luck." I stared straight at him. " Alan, I'm pregnant." His expression faltered for a moment, his grip loosening. A smirk touched my lips, a flicker of satisfaction within. "It's not yours." I watched his expression shift from fear to fury, as he tightened his grip on my neck once again. "Bitch, are you cheating on me? Then I'll make sure you and your bastard die together."
I calmly watched him, devoid of any lingering affection, as he choked the life out of me. I was tired of living this life. Blinded by the light, I pulled the blanket over my face. It was quiet outside. I sighed. So, I wasn't dead after all. Like always, I lazed in bed a bit longer, then slowly sat up. Where was this?
Rubbing my eyes, I saw the soft pink sheets, the white curtains, and a tidy desk. I rushed to the bathroom and stared at my reflection in the mirror. It was a face full of youthful vigor, irreplaceable at any time. I had been reborn back to the day after the college entrance examination.