Uncle, are you okay?

"Uncle, are you suffering?" "No!" "Oh, what should I do? I have to marry you!" "Haha?"—"Do you love me or not?" His face was pale, and his white shirt had already been stained red with blood, so dazzling, he hugged him tightly, afraid that if he let go, he would disappear forever.He was still persistently asking: "Do...you...do you love me?" He cried loudly: "I love you, I really love you..."