Yan Qing's eyes were blood red, and there was only one figure in the red world. The person rushed towards him hurriedly, and seemed to be running away. He thought he was crying, but it didn't seem like he was crying. He just blinked, and a drop of warmth slipped from the corner of his eye. Many fragments flashed through my mind, including mountains and water, trees and flowers, a silver fox, and a boy. He fell into the snow spinning, all the noise in his ears disappeared. He opened his mouth, but did not hear his own voice. He said:
"I love you."