it's a game

I feel a kind of depression, I don't know if it's because of Arendt or because of Clovenson.

You: The original relaxed and happy love development plot suddenly reversed into a war conspiracy drama in which friends draw swords, please forgive me for not being able to hold QAQ

After silently watching a long series of plots, you finally jump out to select the selection box for the sense of presence:

A: I'm sorry, Clovenson, but I need someone to think about it.

B: You're right, Clovenson, if it's Arendt's choice, then he has to pay the price.

C: You are right, Clawson, and I also don't want Arendt to hurt you. If I had to choose between you and him, I would only choose you.