News of Dico's death shocked the entire campus.
He couldn't remember what day of the month it was in the afternoon, and there was a dense crowd outside the cordon. He saw Dico lying on the ground from a distance, the white T-shirt on her chest red with blood, her long hair spread out, and the dark red blood stains spread on the ground, like strange and coquettish flowers, blooming as if there was no one around. He thought of that dream, of her falling on the cliff, and he clearly heard the sound of the biting wind swirling around his ears, and the sharp tearing sound.