"Lisa, I love her! Loving someone cannot be measured by ability!"
Quan Tianyou looked at Lisa disapprovingly, "Moreover, the fact that I got injured wasn't entirely her fault; it was partially my own doing. I was too eager at the time and only cared about rushing forward to shield her from those bullets. Because I knew, if those bullets hit her, the pain and guilt would kill me!"
"Tianyou, you got so seriously injured for her, and what has she done for you?"
Lisa's voice suddenly became sharp, "She ran away while you were still unconscious! Why do you still love her so much?"
"There were some misunderstandings between us!"
Quan Tianyou sighed, "I don't blame her for what she did!"
"No, Tianyou, if you can forgive her for leaving you when you were unconscious, why can't you accept my love?"
