The Last Time We Met

At two in the morning, I got a call from the police: You Ye had killed himself.

I said we weren't that close. They told me my number was the only one saved in his phone.

We'd met five times, had dinner four times, and gone on a boat once. I asked him once if we should get together. He said, "Maybe later."

The last time we met, we had a huge fight, and I blocked him.

I thought he'd long since forgotten me. After all, if I hadn't gotten that late-night call, I wouldn't have thought of him either...

Who could have guessed that after seeing him once, I'd get dragged into it too...

My main priority now is to run!

Because he...

Reader's guide:

* There's hardly any romance; this is a mystery.

* The pangs of young love and any later dating are only briefly mentioned. Everything serves the case.

Theme: The truth will come to light one day