A hospital in Shanghai...
I hope you are loved by this world.
"When I cry, someone comforts me; when I'm tired, someone I can talk to."
Someone will understand your wounds.
The happiness you desire won't be too complicated.
The gentle voice resonated deeply with the melodious tune.
The little girl felt as if something had suddenly struck her heart.
Wen He's voice kept echoing in her mind, like a warm hand reaching out from a bottomless abyss.
The little girl looked up in disbelief at the person whose smile was full of warmth.
She had fantasized countless times about a ray of light shining into her world, and a warm person holding her, dispelling the coldness and darkness.
She waited for a very, very long time...
Until she lost hope, until the bottomless abyss swallowed her.
She never saw that ray of light arrive.
now……
She saw the light, and felt a warm sensation as it shone on her.
The little girl wanted to reach out and grasp the beam of light.
But just as she was about to touch it...
She suddenly withdrew her hand.
"Can someone like me... also be loved by the world?"
"Strange and unusual emotions, inexplicable irritability, tears falling without warning..."
"Me like this..."
"Is there anyone who can understand this?"
The little girl couldn't believe that the light would actually shine on her.
She denied everything about herself.
She felt that she didn't deserve to be saved at all.
No one will like her, and no one will be willing to lend her a hand.
I hope life will treat you kindly.
No one will laugh at your uniqueness.
The path you walk will be paved with flowers.
The future will get better, even if it's slow.
The singing was like a gentle, clear stream, flowing silently into her heart.
A solitary butterfly appeared in the gray eyes.
It flapped its wings vigorously and finally landed on a branch outside the window.
I vaguely remember...
Autumn is the last season for butterflies in the world.
Their lives will pass over time, eventually ending in winter.
Before that, they will still strive to live tenaciously and radiate the last glimmer of their lives.
The butterfly and the song brought a ray of light to her dim eyes.
She saw someone.
A person who entered the depths of her heart.
The little girl pushed him away with all her might, not wanting her cold and dirty heart to taint him.
But he held her in his arms.
The little girl felt a warmth she had never experienced before.
Her vision gradually blurred, and two crystal-clear tears streamed from her reddened eyes.
turn out to be……
It turns out there really are people in the world willing to save her.
"Don't cry, Xiaoyun, don't cry, Mommy's here, Mommy's here..."
As soon as the hospital room door was pushed open, a middle-aged woman with a face full of wrinkles rushed over.
She quickly hugged the little girl and kept comforting her.
"Mom...I just heard a song..."
Is this the one?
Xiaoyun's mother shakily took out her phone.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
She hadn't heard Xiaoyun speak in a long time.
The fact that Xiaoyun can speak on her own initiative is a very good sign.
The doctor also said that her mind is now completely closed off.
She stopped accepting information from the outside world, and wouldn't listen to anything the doctor said. She spent most of her time standing there in a daze.
I often lose control of my emotions for no reason and cry uncontrollably.
I've seen her make suicidal moves several times.
"I Hope You Are Loved by This World", Singer: Wen He, Lyricist: Wen He, Composer: Wen He, Arranger: Wen He...
After listening to the message once, Xiaoyun looked at it and murmured softly.
"Mom also hopes that you will be loved by the world." Xiaoyun's mother choked up.
She never imagined that someone who was already halfway to her death would be moved to tears by a song.
That song almost perfectly captured her love for Xiaoyun.
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyun felt a sudden tremor in her heart.
Through blurry eyes...
But she saw her mother and the person who had pulled her out of the abyss.
Two completely different people, yet their shadows overlapped.
Xiaoyun's nose tingled, and she realized...
There have always been people who love her, people who like her, and people who have always tried their best to save her.
That was her mother.
However, her mother did not understand what depression was, nor could she express it.
"Don't cry, Xiaoyun, don't cry, Mommy's here, Mommy's here, Mommy's here..."
She would only hug Xiaoyun when she was at her saddest, and repeat the same sentence with heartache.
So that light was always there...
Similar incidents have been occurring one after another across the country.
A song that can touch the hearts of the masses will heal their wounded souls.
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