【Wen He really knows how to do it… Though he sings "Too Late"\n… every line tells us "There's still time."\n】
【This final climax is so beautiful, it touches my heart, help… I love Wen He's songs…】
【Spring, summer, autumn, and winter, each season has scenery and flavors worth cherishing, but the cold, suffocating seabed has no seasons to see, so please don't give up on life so easily! There's still time for everything!】
【But… it's too late for Wen He… I'm afraid he'll never see another season…】
A tearful and sorrowful voice suddenly rang out.
The voice wasn't loud, and seemed somewhat weak compared to the surrounding crowd.
But precisely this short and mournful statement was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into everyone's hearts.
The originally healing wounds were instantly torn open.
People's hearts felt as if an invisible hand had suddenly clenched them tightly.
Even their heartbeats seemed to pause for a moment.
When they came back to their senses…
They stared intently at the huge stage that once held countless dreams and hopes, only to realize that Wen He, suffering from a terminal illness, had quietly left.
The recessed circle on the stage was like their empty hearts.
At that moment.
Everyone's heart was engulfed by an unprecedented pain.
Because they knew that Wen He had once again chosen to escape.
Hiding from everyone's gaze, just so they wouldn't see his body trembling with pain after singing.
Avoiding everyone's concerned eyes, fearing to add even a trace of worry about his health.
Hiding under that glamorous stage, enduring the intense pain of his illness alone.
【The seabed has no seasons… but neither does the grave…】
【The person who fell into the sea… was pulled back by him… now he is gradually heading towards death… who can pull him back…】
【From Wen He's rise to fame until now, it's only been a few short months, not even half a year, and now he's about to wither…】
【Heaven doesn't favor Wen He… but Wen He favors the world…】
【He clearly doesn't have much time left to live… yet he still perseveres in saving others from fire and water…】
【“So life, ah, it's bitter like a song~” “Falling with a flash of light~ yet reluctant to part~” “So life, ah, it's brilliant like a song~”】
The audience burst into tears at the thought of Wen He's impending death.
The tears that were almost dried up poured out once again.
"Cough! Cough cough cough! ! Cough cough…"
Violent coughing echoed in the medical room.
He felt a terrible pain in his head.
He had already taken a considerable amount of painkillers.
The pain in his body had been reduced a lot.
But the pain inside his head still couldn't be dispelled.
The people beside him watched Wen He.
Even though they had seen this scene many times.
Every time they saw Wen He tormented like this, their hearts still ached unbearably.
There wasn't much help they could offer Wen He.
An oxygen machine that allowed Wen He to breathe when he coughed.
And the painkillers Wen He had taken before singing.
Other than that, they were helpless.
This violent cough was completely uncontrollable.
After a long and agonizing ten minutes, Wen He was like a flickering flame swaying in a storm, ready to extinguish at any moment.
His eyes were dull, his face was pale, he was trembling uncontrollably, and he was tormented beyond recognition.
Seeing this, the doctor immediately busied himself.
First, he injected Wen He with a sedative, and then immediately transfused a large bag of bright red blood into his body.
In theory, Wen He's cough could be alleviated with sedatives.
But for some reason.
Sedatives didn't work at all when he coughed.
That stuff should reduce the activity of organs and tissues, so it should have some effect.
In fact, only Wen He knew…
The reason why sedatives didn't work during the cough was because those coughs were supposed to happen when he was singing.
It was just that the system prevented him from being interrupted by coughing while singing.
So they were coughed out all at once after he finished singing.
In other words, injecting sedatives when he was singing might have some effect.
But sedatives would calm his emotions.
And the songs he sang would no longer have a strong emotional appeal.
"Wen He… Wen He… Don't be afraid… I'm here…"
Cheng Yudie held his trembling hand tightly.
"I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid you'll be sad," Wen He said weakly.
"I… I'm not sad… I'm happy… I'm smiling, hee hee~…"
She squeezed out a smile with tears in her eyes.
As if afraid that her clumsy acting would be seen through, she quickly wiped away her tears: "I'm… happy for you…"
"Look… you've grown from an unknown small-time streamer… to where you are now…"
"Everyone is attracted by your singing… and saved by your songs… They… they… … …"
The more she spoke, the more choked up she became, and finally she couldn't continue acting.
Cheng Yudie could clearly feel that Wen He's condition worsened after each song.
Even with a constant infusion of large amounts of fresh blood, it couldn't hide the morbid pallor on his face.
Looking at the person in front of him, Wen He's heart was filled with endless guilt and self-blame.
He slowly reached out his trembling hand and gently wiped away the crystal tear that slid down the corner of her eye.
"I'm sorry."
Just these simple and short three words.
The emotions contained within were so complex and profound, as if encompassing all of Wen He's emotional ups and downs.
Hearing this, Cheng Yudie paused slightly.
Then she covered Wen He's hand with her own and whispered in an almost murmuring voice, "It's not your fault..."
At this moment, an unspeakable understanding and tacit understanding permeated between the two.
In fact, they both knew one thing very well in their hearts.
—He deeply loved Cheng Yudie, and Cheng Yudie was also deeply in love with him.
Regarding this relationship, both parties had long been in sync.
However, despite their mutual love, they had never been able to be together.
The reason was simply because he knew that he was unable to give Cheng Yudie a good future.
Not only that, after Wen He left, the remaining Cheng Yudie would have to face that unforgettable pain alone.
Cheng Yudie should not have to endure these hardships, but all the sources of this suffering stemmed from Wen He.
Wen He knew very well in his heart that having such thoughts was not right.
After all, once upon a time, he was also like a brilliant ray of light illuminating Cheng Yudie's dark world, bringing her hope and warmth.
They ran towards each other, they loved each other deeply, they redeemed each other.
They…
Will eventually be separated by life and death.
