He knew he was dying, he had no more strength to hang on. He had so much to tell her still. He needed to make her understand his feelings. He didn't want these four years of love remain buried with him and got to waste.

Eliana looked at the man in her arms, his body bloody and mangled, and his face completely disfigured. She couldn’t stop her tears. The pain in her heart was so great.

She couldn't answer his question, her voice barely a hoarse whisper. "Marcus, ...