"Sometimes I can hear angels talking to me." Azao pushed his hair away from the dirty quilt to reveal his eyes. He held my hand and smiled while saying, "Xiao Nian, I tell you, don't laugh at me. I am not alone when you are not around. Many angels come to talk to me. White wings, golden hair, chirping, and their feathers fall on my face, just like what is painted in the Bible."
"Don't cry. Although there are angels talking to me, I still miss you very much. Because each of them looks like you. They are very similar."
Purpose: I want to fall in love with you at least once before I die.