The viewers in the live stream immediately lost their composure.

Life is full of ups and downs.

At times like these, people fantasize about "her" appearing beside them.

He didn't want much, just understanding, companionship, and comfort.

But most of the time, "she" never existed.

To understand him, to accompany him, and to comfort him.

He was alone.

In the most difficult times...

Only you can save yourself from dire straits.

He is who he is now, and she is who she will be in the future.

She is a non-existent him, and she is also a figment of imagination.

Under Wen He's singing.

They saw their darkest period of time.

However, compared to before when I was supporting myself alone, this is a different story.

This time, there was another figure in the picture.

That figure was as pure as snow and as dazzling as the sun.

She stayed by his side during his darkest time.

I hope you are loved by this world.

"When I cry, someone comforts me; when I'm tired, someone I can talk to."

Someone will understand your wounds.

The happiness you desire won't be too complicated.

The sudden tenderness and redemption completely broke everyone in the live stream.

They never imagined that someone as ordinary as themselves could receive blessings from others.

They once thought that the beauty of the world had nothing to do with them.

But who could have imagined that strangers just a screen away would bring them unprecedented warmth?

Those closest to them often fail to understand them.

perhaps……

It's not that strangers can understand you, but that strangers were once you.

Some people struggled to get out of the mud, and when they looked back and saw that others were still stuck in it, they couldn't help but want to reach out and help them out.

Because only he himself knew the despair and coldness of being stuck in the mud with no one around.

Those who have climbed out of the mud on their own will never feel secure.

Because they know that in the darkest times, they can only rely on themselves, and no one else will come to their aid.

They once hoped so too...

I hope someone will comfort me when I cry, I hope someone will talk to me when I'm tired, and I hope someone will understand my pain.

Immersed in the song, they saw the "she" of their imagination gradually become clearer...

Until their blurry eyes finally caught sight of Wen He on the screen.

Crystal-clear tears slid down her cheeks.

Yet, I felt an unparalleled warmth in my heart.

Wen He's song redeemed them.

Wen He will always stay by their side.

He would listen quietly to the voices suppressed in their hearts.

He will stay by their side when they feel lost about the future.

He would offer them warmth after their tiring journey.

I hope life will treat you kindly.

No one will laugh at your uniqueness.

The path you walk will be paved with flowers.

The future will get better, even if it's slow.

As Wen He's voice gradually faded away, the viewers in the live stream were still in a daze.

When they realized it was over.

The live stream has been shut down as usual.

[Holy crap, that was incredibly powerful! Luckily, I'm resourceful enough to have a premonition and bring a pack of tissues.]

I really want to know what Wen He went through...

Why didn't his livestream last longer? I was so engrossed in his singing that I couldn't tear myself away, and by the time I snapped out of it, the livestream was over, and I couldn't send him any gifts.

Now you understand why Wen He received so many gifts as soon as she started her live stream, right?

If you don't send gifts when he starts singing, you won't have a chance to send any more after he starts singing. You'll be completely absorbed in the song, and then he'll end the stream at lightning speed. Can you handle that?

…………

…………

Those who had found redemption were all moved by the beauty and warmth brought by Wen He's song.

Wen He, who sang this song, coughed so hard he felt like he was going to die, just like always.

The intense pain in his chest made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

The intense feeling of suffocation forced him to breathe with all his might.

"Cough cough! Uh cough cough cough!! Cough! Cough cough cough!!"

The violent cough caused Wen He, who was already in great pain, to choke on another mouthful of blood.

For him at this point, this is like adding insult to injury.

He was almost incapable of maintaining any rationality or action.

The hellish pain lasted for ten minutes.

Wen He lay helplessly on the blood-soaked ground, her whole body drenched in cold sweat. She looked as if she had just teetered on the brink of death, her lifeless eyes filled with despair and hopelessness.

Having stayed up all night and endured such torment, he had no energy left.

Wen He fell into a deep sleep on the cold floor.

Until the sun set and the evening glow painted the sky red.

Hearing the faint sound of the door opening, Wen He gradually came to her senses.

The moment he regained his senses, he sat up abruptly as if facing a formidable enemy.

"It's over..."

"I didn't do any housework today...and I didn't cook dinner either..."

"What should I do... what should I do..."

Looking at the large patch of blood that had already congealed on the ground, Wen He felt as if the sky had fallen.

"Wen He!" A furious roar suddenly came from Wen's father in the living room.

This startled Wen He so much that he shuddered instantly, an immense fear creeping up his spine like a demon.

The fear of his father was deeply ingrained in his bones.

Faced with him, Wen He felt no desire to resist.

That had become a huge, inescapable shadow for Wen He.

Wen He walked out of the room, trembling.

"ah!!!"

Wen Ze screamed in fright at his father's blood-covered appearance and quickly hid behind him.

When Wen's father saw him like this, his brows immediately furrowed.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"No...it's nothing...it's just that I'm coughing a bit too much..."

Wen He lowered his head, his voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, and he didn't dare to look his father in the eye.

"The dishes from this morning are still in the sink, dinner hasn't been cooked, the floor hasn't been swept, and the clothes haven't been washed. What have you been doing all day? Did you cough yourself to death?" Mr. Wen asked coldly.

"I'm sorry." Wen He didn't know how to explain.

"You know your own age. We raised you all these years not so you could stay at home and enjoy a life of leisure."

"…………"

"I heard from your mother that he found a factory that would hire you. Go there tomorrow."

Hearing this, Wen He's heart trembled, and he quickly pleaded, "Dad...I..."

"What, do you expect me to beg you to go?" Father Wen's eyes held a chilling, ruthless glint.

"I see……"

Wen He raised her head, then lowered it again.