Backstage at the performance.
Qin Wenrou comforted Yu Xiaochun, whose voice had gone hoarse: "Little Chun, don't be sad. You can't go on stage, and no one in Class 2 can replace you. They'll definitely regret not taking good care of you."
Yu Xiaochun: "Boo... I... was harmed... by a vile person..."
Qin Wenrou looked heartbroken: "I know, someone must be jealous of you and deliberately harmed you. Think about whom you might have offended in Class 2? After the performance, let's settle the score with her."
Yu Xiaochun: "Ugly... freak..."
Qin Wenrou sighed: "Oh, she has God Ao backing her. I'm afraid to stand up for you. We can only wait until the performance ends. I'll see if I can find a chance to talk to Brother Hu and have him stand up for you..."
Yu Xiaochun was both angry and moved, nodding vigorously: "...Rou... you're still... good."
With the third-to-last program finishing, Qin Wenrou was about to go on stage.
