Violin

Ding Jiali carried a tray upstairs. The moment he entered, he sensed that something was off. Ding Yuqing looked solemn, her cheeks even a little pale.

"What are you two plotting in here?"

"The student suicide at Wenhui Building," Hesta replied. "Have you heard?"

"Ha, is there anyone at school today who hasn't heard about it? Everyone's talking about it." Ding Jiali casually sat down on a low cabinet nearby. "I heard he left a suicide note on the rooftop too—four words written in chalk: 'Forever Lost My Love.' One of my junior schoolmates even went there specially today... but the entire rooftop had been sealed off. No one was allowed in at all."

Ding Yuqing's eyes widened slightly. Ding Jiali's words seemed to suggest another possibility. "...So he killed himself because he couldn't get over a relationship?"

"Yeah, obviously." Ding Jiali spread his hands. "Several of my group chats have been talking about it. Apparently, he got himself a rich older woman at the start of the year and lived it up for half a year. I guess she found a new lover recently and dumped him... Young people who haven't seen how cruel the world can be might not be able to take something like that."

Ding Yuqing fell silent again. After a while, she looked up. "Does anyone around you know who that 'rich older woman' was?"

"How would I know?" Ding Jiali laughed, grabbing four or five grapes from the fruit tray. "Anyway, she must have been an older woman... Why are you so concerned about this? Did you know him?"

Ding Yuqing stiffly shook her head. "How could I know him..."

"Then why are you acting so strange?" Ding Jiali straightened up. "You don't have anything to do with this, do you?"

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