"Ayin, Ayin..." The man held the slightly cold hand tightly, his pale face and bloodshot eyes were particularly scary. The woman lying there had a calm face, sleeping quietly without being disturbed by the outside world at all. The man kissed her gently, with a sick smile on her handsome face and a nostalgic and lingering tone of voice. "Ayin, don't leave, please stay with me. People outside are looking for you, but I can't let them find you. Only I can protect you. You can only be mine."
I don't understand. There should be a second one.