One day half a year after graduation, I received news of the death of a college friend. The cause of his death was murder, but the time of death was actually half a year ago?
I fell into memories, only to find that the originally beautiful college life in my memory had slowly taken off its shell, revealing its terrifying side; and the lies that had been deceiving myself and others were gradually exposed.
Maybe I knew he was going to die a long time ago.
Intention: Those who want to use lies to build beauty will eventually destroy the real beauty through lies