On April Fool's Day when I was twenty-four, my best friend jumped into the river and committed suicide.
The police told me that the river bank where she jumped went straight up and down. Once she went down, she couldn't get back up.
At the age of fourteen, she was a swimming genius, but at the age of twenty-four, she chose to end her life in the water.
I was devastated and found the butterfly specimen she had given me, but the butterfly in the specimen suddenly turned into ashes.
In a daze, I actually returned to the age of fourteen.
This time, I will definitely not let you die in the cold river water at the age of twenty-four.
But why do you tell me that no matter how hard you try, you can't change the outcome?
Intention: No intention