Wen He's words startled Cheng Yudie slightly. After a moment's thought, she decided to confess everything.

“From the moment you were beaten, I was already on my way to your house by taxi,” she said.

Although Wen He had prepared herself mentally, she was still shocked by Cheng Yudie's words.

His eyes widened in disbelief; he couldn't believe that Cheng Yudie even knew something like this!

"How...how did you do that?" Wen He was utterly astonished.

Cheng Yudie walked over slowly and reached out to pick up the necklace that Wen He was wearing around her neck.

“This is a miniature location tracker with recording capabilities, and it lasts for more than half a month,” she explained.

"But why did you put this on me?"

"Aren't you angry?" Cheng Yudie asked, somewhat taken aback.

"No, I just don't understand what value there is in someone like me that is worth prying into."

Wen He did not mind being monitored.

As he said, he did not believe he had any significance in being spied on.

If we had to put it bluntly, perhaps Cheng Yudie could use this to expose the fact that he became an internet sensation, then expose him and rake in a huge wave of traffic.

But Cheng Yudie's purpose was clearly not for that.

Wen He could vaguely guess what was going on.

Was it to save him that...?

No.

He dared not think any further.

Wen He preferred to believe that this was just a dream she had before she died.

He also refused to believe that someone would go to such lengths to save him.

Wen He, who was insecure, never believed that she had any value that deserved attention.

Not to mention that Cheng Yudie, a girl who seemed like a dream, brought him salvation.

Just as his mother said.

He has nothing to be proud of.

Why would you think that way? Isn't someone like you perfect enough?

Cheng Yudie saw the intense inferiority complex in Wen He's eyes, which was almost overflowing with tears.

It's as if I am the dirtiest thing in the world.

Everyone hates it, everyone ignores it.

It doesn't deserve all that is beautiful and warm.

They should stay in a dark, forgotten corner, rotting and stinking.

Although Cheng Yudie had roughly guessed from her recent understanding of Wen He's family that Wen He's mental health was very poor.

But she couldn't understand why Wen He was so insecure.

"Perfect……?"

Upon hearing those two words, Wen He was completely stunned.

He looked at Cheng Yudie, his shocked eyes seeming to find it hard to believe that these two words could be used to describe him.

"Yes, don't you realize that?"

“Every song you sing touches people’s hearts and pulls countless people back from the brink of life and death.”

"Your total number of fans across the internet has even exceeded 50 million, and every song you've sung has over 100 million views, with some even surpassing 1 billion."

"In the quiet night, people listen to your songs to heal their weary souls, and many people gradually fall asleep to your gentle voice."

"Putting aside how amazing and beautiful your songs are, even if you don't sing and are just an ordinary person, you are full of shining qualities."

"You are surrounded by an aura of tranquility, peace, and warmth. No matter what happens, you have never complained or gotten angry."

"You are truly very, very kind. Even though you have never been treated kindly, you still treat everything with gentleness."

"And also, you..."

"…………"

Cheng Yudie continued listing Wen He's merits one by one, as if there were too many to list.

As she listened, Wen He felt her nose tingle and her eyes gradually redden.

Even he himself didn't understand that he had these advantages.

To be more precise...

He doesn't consider these to be so-called "advantages".

In his eyes, many of the things Cheng Yudie said were just ordinary things.

Wen He has never received "affirmation" or "praise".

They begin to instinctively question, reject, and even resist.

"I think a lot of what you said is a bit far-fetched," Wen He said.

"For example?"

"Giving up your seat to an elderly person on the bus, throwing away trash that doesn't belong to you into the trash can, giving all your savings to an elderly beggar before you die...aren't these all very ordinary things that everyone can do?"

Wen He's words surprised Cheng Yudie for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on her face: "It's not that some people are born kind, especially when their environment is already harsh, but they still remember their original intention and continue to show kindness to the outside world. This is the most precious thing."

Upon hearing this, Wen He seemed to have something deep inside her touched.

He stood there with his mouth agape, racking his brains for a rebuttal, but he couldn't come up with one.

this……

Is this considered an advantage?

This is Wen He's biggest question right now.

"Wen He...why are you unwilling to accept your own excellence and brilliance?"

"Doesn't everything you've done just prove that your gentleness is already ingrained in your bones, woven into your ordinary life without you even realizing it?"

Seeing Wen He's retorting expression, Cheng Yudie felt a pang of heartache.

In real life, many people are unwilling to admit that others are better than themselves.

But few people, when faced with praise from others, constantly search for points of rebuttal to that praise.

It was as if they didn't deserve the praise at all.

This is similar to Wen He's subconscious tendency to do good deeds, which has reached the same level.

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