Cheng Yudie's figure, like a burst of fireworks, vanished in an instant under the light of the lucky leaf.

The wish list in her hand fell to the ground along with a tear.

On that last page that should have been blank.

Sometime during the day, a new line appeared: "Married."

She just disappeared from Wen He's sight like that.

It was as if they had never existed.

Wen He stood there, stunned.

His wide pupils trembled wildly in their sockets.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and fell to the ground.

The foxtail grass on the earthen slope gently nestled at Wenhe's feet.

at the same time……

The sounds of joy and happiness could be heard all around.

"That's great! Happy Chinese New Year everyone!"

"Mom and Dad, I want to play with the sparklers again, can you light them for me?"

"My New Year's wish is to earn more money so I can marry my girlfriend."

Wow~ What beautiful fireworks~ So pretty~

Life is worth living.

Wen He stood there, her thin body trembling slightly.

A cold wind brushed against his body as he embraced him.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But it seems like he suddenly lost his ability to speak.

He couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Tears streamed continuously from her blurry eyes.

The intense feeling of suffocation almost made him faint.

His heart felt as if it had been suddenly torn to pieces, the pain was excruciating, more painful than anything he had ever experienced before.

He also felt a void in his heart, as if his soul had been ripped from his body, and he couldn't even have the right to control his body.

Wen He took a very long time to recover, her whole being resembling a flame in a storm.

The body was teetering on the brink of collapse, seemingly on the verge of extinction.

"system."

【I am here.】

"You came here to fulfill my dream, didn't you?"

【Yes.】

"My dream now is that Cheng Yudie can be resurrected, and then I can spend the rest of my life with her."

【…………】

Upon hearing Wen He's words, the system remained silent for a moment.

Then its voice rang in Wen He's mind once again.

【Host, if your dream is truly like this, I can help you achieve it.】

But have you ever truly faced yourself?

The system's words stunned Wen He for a moment.

It seems difficult to understand the meaning of this statement from the system.

“I don’t understand,” Wen He said.

He can now abandon everything.

Even if the system reclaims all his musical creations and deletes all the songs he has sung.

Wen He is willing to take back all the money and reputation he has earned as a result.

He doesn't want to sing any songs anymore; all he wants now is for Cheng Yudie to come back.

But the system said that Wen He's dream was not like that.

Your wish is neither for her to be resurrected, nor for yourself to live, nor for singing in front of thousands of people.

Your deepest, most sincere wish...

[It's a hope that no one in the world will suffer the hardships you've endured, a hope that every kind and gentle person will not be let down, and a hope that everyone watching this screen can find happiness and fulfillment.]

Your dream has never wavered in the slightest.

Whether it's the despair of coughing, the extreme physical torment caused by the special medicine, or now, Cheng Yudie's departure.

Giving you the ability to sing is simply a means to help you achieve your dreams.

The system's words sent a shiver down Wen He's spine.

He could hardly believe what the system was saying.

How could his deeply rooted dream never have wavered?

Coughs and special medicines are one thing.

But Wen He now definitely doesn't think that way!

He was willing to sacrifice everything to bring Cheng Yudie back to life.

[Sacrifice everything? Host, you seem to have forgotten one thing.]

Your friends and all the fans who listen to your songs have found healing for their souls because of the dreams deep within their hearts.

Of course, your dream could be to become a millionaire, and then start over with Cheng Yudie, living happily ever after in this world.

But I have to tell you that, based on the impact you've had during this period, you've used your singing to heal approximately 500 million people worldwide who suffer from varying degrees of depression.

All your songs have a certain effect, and even after your death, they will retain the same healing power, potentially curing 800 million, 1 billion, or even more people suffering from depression in the future.

Now, host, please tell me your choice.

The host's words stunned Wen He.

if……

If only I could do it all over again.

Wen He's wide pupils trembled wildly in their sockets.

His eyes gradually turned greedy.

"I didn't expect my pajamas to fit you perfectly. These wide-leg pants are a little short, but it's okay, just wear them as capri pants."

—"Sleep...pajamas!?"

"Yeah, this kind of loose, oversized T-shirt is perfect for wearing as pajamas at night. You don't even need to wear pants. Doesn't it smell nice?"

"I...I...I don't know..."

"Haha, you're still as funny as ever."

Wen He recalled the wonderful times she spent with Cheng Yudie.

The greed in his eyes became even more obvious.

He carefully reviewed his life.

From the moment he was born, he was constantly beaten and scolded at home, to the point that he couldn't lift his head.

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