The voice sounded like someone struggling to squeeze out every breath with extreme hoarseness in their throat.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!!!"

The series of coughs rose and fell, growing increasingly intense, as if they were about to cough up their lungs and heart.

After a desperate gasp for breath, a stream of crimson blood gushed from his mouth, splattering onto the ground.

The amount of blood was shocking.

The intense headache felt like a thousand steel needles piercing the depths of my brain at once.

The world before my eyes began to become blurry.

Wen He's body involuntarily convulsed slightly because it could not bear the intense pain.

His facial muscles were taut, his features were distorted and deformed, and he looked as ferocious and terrifying as a demon appearing in the world.

The intense feeling of suffocation followed immediately, like a pair of merciless giant hands gripping his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Wen He desperately reached out to grab the breathing mask beside him, as if it were the last straw in his life.

He gasped for breath, desperately trying to inhale more oxygen.

Even if it's just a tiny bit more.

It can also slightly alleviate the immense pain I am currently experiencing.

His extreme thirst and greed for oxygen prevented him from removing the oxygen mask in time.

Then, the violent cough, like a volcanic eruption, suddenly broke out again.

In an instant.

The bright red blood exploded like a bomb.

Even though they had seen the scene countless times, the director and others still couldn't bear to look at it.

"Are the things ready?"

After a long while, Wen He spoke weakly.

"We're ready, but... this third song, I'm afraid..." The director hesitated, clearly having some concerns.

"Let me be selfish just this once," Wen He said.

This will also be Wen He's last song in this life.

"Sigh... okay."

He sighed deeply and said no more words of advice.

Soon it was time for him to take the stage again.

Before walking towards the stage, Wen He took out a small notebook and skillfully turned to the last page.

Looking at the single line of text above, Wen He smiled.

His smile was filled with a sense of relief and liberation.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, showing a hint of nervousness and trepidation.

But more than anything, it brings happiness, joy, and happiness.

This time, his smile was genuine.

It comes from the deepest part of one's heart.

As the stage slowly rose, Wen He reappeared in everyone's sight.

The once noisy scene suddenly fell silent.

Everyone's face was filled with shock, their expressions a mixture of astonishment and bewilderment.