Even the most beautiful flowers wither after they bloom.

Even the brightest star falls after a brief moment of brilliance.

Love is like a bubble; if you can see through it...

"What's bothering you..."

They were singing with great enthusiasm.

He stared at the [Faith Value] values ​​that occasionally appeared on the spectators around the stadium.

And the ever-growing popularity points.

Wang Yueheng, who was singing on the stage, also felt a sense of relief.

He then focused even more intently on his performance.

At that moment, every lyric he sang seemed like a magical spell, captivating the entire audience.

In singing.

Tears welled up in First Lady Irene's eyes.

After being diagnosed with early-stage breast cancer, she recovered after a year of treatment.

However.

Just when Eileen thought she was free from her illness...

Unexpectedly, he was also diagnosed with leukemia, another terrible and malignant disease.

Eileen was only thirty-nine years old.

I feel like a rose that has been battered by wind and rain and is about to wither.

Or perhaps it's a shooting star in the sky, its short life fleeting.

Even so, she was not afraid.

Instead, they continued to fight against the disease.

She fought against fate with all her might, striving for her husband and children.

And the Syrian people, whose peace has yet to be restored, must bravely and tenaciously live on...

Even if one day it really is as fragile as a bubble.

Life shattered, departing this world in sorrow.

Having already given everything for love, she wouldn't feel too much sadness...

Thinking about this...

She couldn't help but hold her husband's hand tightly, cherishing the moment.

"All just bubbles, fleeting sparks."

All your promises were too fragile.

"And it's your silhouette that I failed to see through..."

After a low, murmured chant.

On stage, Wang Yueheng's singing suddenly rose in pitch, with both volume and emotion exploding simultaneously.

Holding the microphone, he bent slightly, as if he were giving it his all to shout out his heart.

Her powerful singing voice was like a lightning bolt streaking across the night sky.

A rumbling, buzzing sound echoed throughout the stadium.

A powerful emotional impact instantly spread throughout the audience.

As a bestselling author, Tong Hua could hardly contain himself and straightened up.

A look of shock and excitement appeared on his face.

This is a powerful and impactful performance.

It's practically the soul of her entire work.

Fragile promises, deceptive lies, betrayal in love...

Every kind of pain that cuts to the bone.

Wang Yueheng sang it out directly.

This song is simply a perfect match for her tragic love story!

"Whoosh~"

As the climax of the song approaches.

Many students stood up excitedly and applauded.

Ignoring the strange looks from the security personnel around them, they cheered for Wang Yueheng's performance on stage.

How can we re-examine the possibility of love?

"Isn't it lonely to embrace each other?"

"Love is just a bubble, it's my fault for not seeing through it..."

While everyone was engrossed in the live performance.

It was as if magic was surrounding Wang Yueheng.

Countless transparent bubbles of varying sizes instantly appeared, reflecting the dazzling sunlight outside the window.

These bubbles, like those suddenly blown, swirled around Wang Yueheng, dancing lightly in the air.

They drifted and floated away from the stage.

The dreamlike and beautiful holographic projection once again stunned the Syrian president and his entourage in the audience.

They were completely absorbed in the song.

Subconsciously, I reached out to catch the colorful bubbles coming from the stage.

However, just as they were about to come into contact with these drifting bubbles...

One bubble after another burst and vanished right in front of my fingertips.

Only a hazy wisp of mist remained.

It's as if that dazzling bubble fairy never existed in this world.