A group of people rushed to the rooftop.
Many had already gathered on top, leaving no room to move, extremely crowded.
Some were worried, while others, who loved a big scene, recorded videos on their cell phones.
On the rooftop, a young man stood with his back to them, wearing a blue school uniform, looking somewhat thin and desolate in the early winter.
The onlookers couldn't see the expression on his face, but inexplicably felt a wave of cold gloom emanating from him.
Even though he was a vibrant young man, there was an aura about him as if he had seen it all and was beyond life and death, like that of a seventy-year-old man.
He looked down at the flat ground below where students and parents had gathered.
Indifferently shifting his gaze, his eyes fell on the withered yellow leaves drifting down, his eyes filled with sorrow.
The bystanders were abuzz with talk.
"Hey, the resilience of kids these days is just too low. Face a little setback and they think of suicide."
