A while ago, I received a message in a bottle from my grandma on a deserted island in my dream... She said she missed me... and asked if I was wearing enough clothes because it was getting cold...

I've also received messages in bottles from my son... He's a firefighter... After saving a life from a fire, he quietly ran off to a deserted island... My son... If you ever get lost... send your mom lots of messages in bottles... Mom and Dad miss you so much...

I love looking up at the moon when night falls... I always feel like my mom went to the moon to fight Chang'e for territory on that deserted island... I wonder if she ever succeeded... She's always so assertive...

[Cheng Yudie probably wrote this song because she was afraid Wen He would leave without saying goodbye... so she fabricated a deserted island in advance...]

My son is a troublemaker too. He probably went to a deserted island to play and hasn't come home yet. Honestly, even as a narcotics officer, he still can't give me peace of mind... No matter how playful he is, he shouldn't forget about home... He should at least send a message in a bottle back home...

At this moment...

For countless people who are suffering from lovesickness, there is a place of belonging in their hearts.

—A deserted island.

As the slow, gentle accompaniment ended.

Wen He's voice then quietly rang out...

Behind the blue lies purity (a serene and tranquil state).

"Looking down at the longing eyes on land~"

There are some things in life that cannot be made transparent.

"Without any explanation, a moment of silence ensued."

Wen He easily conveyed the emotions that Cheng Yudie wanted to express through her singing.

But he actually had some doubts about the song.

Logically speaking, "The Island of No Man"...

It should be dedicated to those who passed away before they had a chance to say goodbye.

This song is clearly not suitable for Wen He.

Because he never actually intended to leave secretly.

Everyone knew he would leave.

At this point, there's absolutely no need to hide someone and have them die in secret.

Even if Wen He were to die right now.

The songs he sang before were enough to say goodbye to this world.

Moreover, Wen He and Cheng Yudie were practically inseparable.

It's also unlikely that someone will die quietly.

This song seems more like a gift for Xiao Huang.

Xiao Huang's departure was so sudden; there was absolutely no psychological preparation.

Perhaps this is the deserted island that Cheng Yudie created for Xiao Huang.

"If the clouds are a letter from the sky..."

"Could I hear your voice again?"

Even if it was just exploration (it was just for fun)

"Travel to a deserted island with Peter Pan~"

I won't blame you~

"The sky stretches as far as the eye can see, a reflection of the ocean."

"The blue sky stretches to the horizon, where are you, my love?"

If you ever get lost, remember to put your thoughts of you in a bottle!

"(Remember) to send it to me quickly, don't make people worry..."

As Wen He's singing faded into the distance.

His figure gradually sank down.

Until that figure completely disappeared from the stage, as if merging into the endless darkness.

As usual, he skillfully and calmly turned off the microphone he was holding.

In an instant!

An indescribable, intense pressure, like a surging torrent, suddenly exploded from within his body.

"Cough cough...cough cough cough!!!"

First came a slight cough, but then came a series of increasingly violent coughs and wheezes, which exploded like thunder in the silent air.

Each cough felt like a heavy hammer blow to his fragile chest.

It gradually caused an unbearable sweetness to rise in his throat.

A mouthful of bright red blood gushed out of his mouth.

The blood drew an arc in the air...

It was like a tragically beautiful blood flower blooming wildly in the air.

Then it slowly drifted down to the ground.

It was as if it were the final swan song before life faded away.

Along with this heart-pounding feeling, Wen He's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

That once straight and upright spine...

At this moment, however, he was teetering on the brink of collapse due to the impact of a violent cough.

It seems like it could be crushed at any moment.

The tumor, which had spread into the respiratory tract, became even more red, swollen, and enlarged under the impact of this extremely violent cough.

The breathing tubes were already squeezed and narrowed.

At this moment, it is almost completely blocked.

The suffocating feeling, indescribable in words, was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on Wen He with lightning speed.

It plunged him into an inescapable abyss of darkness almost instantly.

Wen He's face was ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

His hands trembled as he frantically reached for the oxygen mask placed to the side.

They held on as if they had grasped the last straw.

He disregarded everything else and hurriedly put the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, taking a deep breath.

However, before he could even slightly remove the oxygen mask, another wave of violent coughing surged forth.

"Cough cough cough!!!"

This was accompanied by a violent coughing fit.

The little bit of thin air he had just inhaled was forcibly expelled.

Large amounts of blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, splattering onto the transparent oxygen mask and forming patches of mottled, horrifying bloodstains.

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