Early in the morning when Ye Ting committed suicide, Xia Mian was on the plane returning.
The moment he fell, Xia Mian had just arrived at the airport.
The sun rises upward, and Ye Ting falls downward. The orange light shines on the bright red blood, creating a ghostly harmony.
Xia Mian went to the school gate and saw an ambulance and police car. She frowned and stepped into the school gate, seeing a noisy crowd gathering under a teaching building.
She moved closer, the crowd blocking her too tightly.
"What's wrong with this?"
"Someone jumped off the building. It seems to be the special admissions student in our school. What is it called... Ah, it seems to be Ye Ting."
Xia Mian's head exploded.
She rushed into the crowd like crazy and was stopped by the police. She stared intently at the familiar but blood-stained face in the body bag she was closing, unaware that tears were streaming down her face and her voice was almost hoarse.
"Let me go! That's my friend! Let me go! Tingting!"
She rushed between two police officers and pushed the forensic doctor who was unpacking the body bag. She knelt beside the body bag, holding the lying man into her arms with trembling hands, her voice trembling.
"Tingting... What's wrong with you... Open your eyes and look at me, I'm Xia Mian..."
The police came to pull her away: "Classmate, please calm down..."
She held the person in her arms tightly and refused to let go: "Tingting, I'm back... Can you open your eyes and see me? Tingting..."
She cried loudly in front of the cameras and whispers in the crowd.
How she got home, how she cried herself to sleep, how she calmed down, she didn't know.
On the third day after Ye Ting's death, she wiped the tears on her face, put aside her dignity and respectability, and asked the powerful people around her to find out why Ye Ting jumped from the building. He wouldn't commit suicide for no reason.
Things were more complicated than she thought. She peeled away the layers of disguise and finally found the name.
She froze. Unbelievable. Can't believe it.
Can jealousy kill? She doesn't know. But what about jealousy to the point of hatred?
She slowly wrote down a few names on the paper, and a seed was sprouting in her heart.
Tingting, do you believe in reincarnation?
It will be soon. Immediately.
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Purpose: Oppose campus bullying, protect friendship, and advocate correct ways to uphold justice.