One afternoon in my senior year of high school, my deskmate Wang Tingting committed suicide by jumping off a building.
She left me a diary.
It was rumored that she committed suicide due to excessive study pressure, and I seemed to think so.
The newly transferred classmate was the number one academic in the school. Under his guidance, I was admitted to my ideal university.
After graduation, he confessed his love to me and we became boyfriend and girlfriend.
As I prepared to start my new college life, I slowly discovered that my boyfriend seemed to be hiding a side that no one knew about.
When I opened Wang Tingting's diary, the reason for her suicide seemed not as simple as I originally thought.
When love becomes a tool of revenge, where should we go?
Intention: How should we choose between love and friendship, and when the truth is revealed, where should we go?