But just at that moment, He Xing, who was on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes. His lips parted and moved, still emitting that mechanical voice, "Fu Han, didn't you say that no matter what I became, you would still like me?"
"Yes, I like you." Fu Han's heart suddenly settled inexplicably. She slowly squatted down in front of He Xing, her hand caressing his cheek, "But He Xing, why have you become like this?"
A smile that looked as difficult as ice appeared on He Xing's frozen face, a smile resembling that of a robot's, "Fu Han, I became like this for you. I said I would see you onto the airplane, but I was accidentally killed in an accident, so I can only come to see you like this. You're not angry with me, are you?"
