"Why... Why don't they accept us?" Cheng Tianqi sat on the balcony
"You..." Deng Zhiyi didn't know what to say. She wasn't good at comforting people. "Go back to the room... The balcony... It's cold."
"No, it's convenient here. If I can't hold on tonight... It's convenient to jump down."
"Cheng Tianqi... If you die, Dong Jiashu won't be able to survive..."
"Dong Jiashu... He is the disaster that God has sent down for me! This disaster... I'm afraid I won't be able to survive it."
Intention: love