Why exactly she couldn't understand, she just cried helplessly with the aid of alcohol.
She suddenly started reciting poetry, as if she were mad: "Why do my eyes often fill with tears? Because I—love! So! Deeply! Love so deeply... How deep? You guess... How deep..."
"Wei Wei..." Nian Shen's voice was already nearly hoarse, "I love you."
Heather was suddenly taken aback for a moment, her gaze on the ceiling flickered, her voice choking: "Ah Nian..."
"Yes, I am Ah Nian..." He cupped the back of her head with one hand, letting her collapse into his arms, his voice sounding extremely distressed.
"Ugh..." Suddenly, Heather burst into tears, "Liar... Ah Nian won't come anymore... He hates me now... It's my fault he hates me... He won't come..."
"I am here, it's me! I don't hate you, I love you very much."
Heather let go of him, holding Nian Shen's face in her hands, her vision blurred, tears clouding the interface before her.
