My Liveliest Friend Committed Suicide

My most vivacious friend committed suicide. The news headline was very restrained, with only one line: A young girl fell from a building, suspected of being under too much academic pressure. But I know it's not. Lin Miaomiao is a person who has to hum and spin twice even when she goes downstairs to get express delivery. How could she quietly jump from the 18th floor? What's even weirder is that she was wearing a white dress on the day she fell, with full makeup on her face and even a smile on her lips. The medical examiner said it was suicide. Her parents said it was suicide. Everyone said it was suicide. Until I found a piece of paper among her belongings, with only one crooked line on it: "Chen Jing, help me." The date was the third day after her death. The phone vibrated suddenly. An account called "Are you happy today, Miaomiao?" Sent me a photo - it was Lin Miaomiao sitting in a dark room, wearing that white skirt, gesticulating to the camera. A message popped up under the photo: "My best friend, why didn't you come to my funeral?" Just as I was about to reply, her profile picture went dark. Refreshed again and the account was logged out. Immediately afterwards, the photo album on my mobile phone opened automatically and I flipped through it one by one - all of them were photos of Lin Miaomiao. Every one of them seems to be looking at me.