She, the Cat

Chen Chi abandoned her cat, who was the only person she had, in order to abandon An Chaoyang, who had abandoned her.

An Chaoyang of Chenchi is "dead". Chen Chi is dead. Chen Chi's cat died as well. Chen Chi, do you miss your cat? The cat misses you.

"There is no murderer, and no victim." Because I did it voluntarily, I should have died on that rooftop, but Chaoyang, you appeared, and now you are gone, I no longer have the courage to live. "I hope the rain will wash away the bloodstains and not disturb the pedestrians tomorrow." This is my last wish. She is a cat, and Chen Chi is a cat.

An Chaoyang will never go home, Chen Chi will never return, and the cat will never again have a pair of warm hands gently stroking it. The cat clearly remembered the scents of everyone who loved it. Chen Chi knew that An Chaoyang would not come home, An Chaoyang also knew that Chen Chi would no longer keep cats, and the cat also knew that Chen Chi would not come back. It became a scarred and unwanted strange cat.

I can cry uncontrollably over something very small, and I can also remain unmoved while reading a seemingly heart-wrenching story.

The cat died too, Chen Chi. The cat has no home, it can't go back home, the cat has no home. Chen Chi. Chen Chi. The cat died too.

Silly cat, waaaah, silly Chen Chi

An Chaoyang saved Chen Chi and then abandoned him; Chen Chi healed the cat and then abandoned it. It's truly heartbreaking.

I shouldn't have watched it... I'm so sad... I want to go home and hug my cat.

I suddenly remembered a very popular song recently, "Underwater." The waves wet your white dress, trying to push you back; the waves wash away the bloodstains, vainly trying to warm you.