The man was lying on the ground, his clothes stained red with blood, but he still struggled to crawl towards Qing Yan. His mouth opened and closed, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak. Finally, he said what he wanted to say in his life. The man closed his eyes, and his hand reached for Qing Yan, and lowered it as if he wanted to grab something.
Qing Yan said nothing, her charm was still cold and indifferent, she was aloof, looking down on all living beings. It is so holy that people dare not yearn for it at all and feel blasphemy in their hearts. Based on the shape of the man's lips, it is not difficult to guess that the last words spoken were "I love you". Qing Yan was a little confused. What world is this? How many idiots is this?
"What is love?"
"Love is faith." The system's voice was slightly trembling.
What is love?
Love is faith, the faith that has supported it for thousands of years,
It is the faith that keeps it from despairing,
And at this moment, it stands beside its faith, its Father God.
He looked at Qing Yan with some obsession, as far away as a god.
However, its belief is in God, and it wants to cry.