At 3:37 p. M., A person fell from the roof of the teaching building.
No one could see the face clearly, only the gray school uniform, loose hair, and a diary blown open by the wind.
Five people received the same anonymous text message: "I know your secret."
Lin Jia wrote "I want to die for the 17th time" in her diary, and the number got bigger and bigger; Su Wanning's school uniform sleeves always grew longer, and her calendar crossed out one day every day, counting down to a truth she didn't want to face. Zhao Xingyao stood on the edge of the rooftop to take pictures at three o'clock in the morning, with the text "I hope I don't wake up tomorrow", and the comment section always only read "You are kidding me"; Chen Ke's shoelaces were tied in a special way, which was the only thing his dead father taught him; Zhou Nian filled a sketchbook of tombs, and there was always a figure in the painting, wearing a gray school uniform, standing in an invisible corner.
Five people, five secrets, five ways to stand on the edge.
They suspected each other and tested each other. Everyone was asking: "Who sent that text message?" "What did that person know?"
Which page do you read before you start to doubt——
Who is the person who fell?
Intention: A group of teenagers' secret pain, "being seen" and "forgotten", collective indifference, and the silent cry for help in adolescence