Wen He is so good at this... Although she sings "too late"... every line tells us "it's not too late"...
[This final climax was absolutely beautiful, it touched my very soul, oh my god... I love Wen He's songs so much...]
Each season has its own captivating scenery and flavors, but the cold, suffocating depths of the sea offer no glimpse into the seasons. So never give up on life! It's never too late!
But... Wen He is too late... He may never see the next four seasons...
A voice filled with tears and sorrow suddenly rang out.
The voice was not loud; it sounded rather weak compared to the people around it.
Yet it was precisely this short and sorrowful sentence that, like a sharp dagger, pierced straight into everyone's heart.
The emotional wounds that were gradually healing were instantly torn open.
People's hearts felt as if they were suddenly gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
Even the jumping seemed to pause for a moment.
When he came to his senses...
They stared intently at the enormous stage that had once held countless dreams and hopes, only to discover with horror that Wen He, who was terminally ill, had quietly passed away.
The concave circle on the stage is like their empty hearts.
That moment.
Everyone's heart was consumed by an unprecedented pain.
Because they knew that Wen He had once again chosen to run away.
He avoided the public eye, just so that no one could see his body trembling with pain after he finished singing.
He avoided everyone's concerned gaze, afraid of causing them even the slightest worry about his health.
Hiding beneath that glamorous stage, she alone endured the intense pain of being afflicted by illness.
You can't see the seasons underwater... but you can't see the seasons in a grave either...
The man who fell into the sea... was pulled back... now he is slowly walking towards death... who can lend him a hand...?
Wen He has only been famous for a few months, not even half a year, and now she is about to wither away...
Heaven did not favor Wen He... but Wen He favored the world...
Even though he himself didn't have much time left to live... he still tirelessly saved others from dire straits...
[“So life, it is bittersweet like a song~” “Falling with a glimmer of light~ and reluctant to leave~” “So life, it is brilliant like a song~”]
The audience burst into tears the moment they thought of Wen He's impending death.
The tears that had almost dried up poured out once again.
"Cough! Cough cough cough!! Cough cough..."
The sound of violent coughing echoed in the medical room.
He felt a terrible headache.
He has already taken a considerable amount of painkillers.
The physical pain has lessened considerably.
But the pain in my head just wouldn't go away.
People around watched Wen He.
Even though they had seen this scene many times.
But every time they saw Wen He being tortured like this, their hearts ached unbearably.
They couldn't offer Wen He much help.
An oxygen machine that allows Wenhe to breathe when he coughs.
And the painkillers that Wen He had taken before singing.
Besides that, they had no other options.
The violent cough was completely uncontrollable.
After enduring ten minutes of intense torture, Wen He was like a flickering flame in a storm, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment.
His eyes were vacant, his face was deathly pale, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably; he was tortured beyond recognition.
Upon seeing this, the doctor immediately got to work.
First, Wen He was given a sedative, and then a large bag of bright red blood was immediately transfused into his body.
In fact, Wen He's cough should have been relieved with sedatives.
But I don't know why.
When coughing, sedatives are completely ineffective.
That stuff can reduce the activity of organs and tissues, so it should be somewhat useful.
In reality, only Wen He knew...
The reason sedatives don't work when he coughs is because those coughs are meant to happen when he's singing.
It's just that the system allows him to sing without being interrupted by coughing.
That's why he coughed it all up after singing.
In other words, injecting him with a sedative while he sings might have some effect.
But sedatives will calm him down.
The songs he sang no longer had a strong emotional impact.
“Wen He…Wen He…Don’t be afraid…I’m here…” Cheng Yudie held his trembling hand tightly.
"I'm not afraid of death, I'm afraid of hurting you," Wen He said weakly.
"I...I'm not sad...I'm happy...I'm laughing, hee hee~..."
She forced a smile through her tears.
Seemingly afraid that her clumsy acting would be exposed, she quickly wiped away her tears: "I'm just... happy for you..."
"Look at you... you've grown from an unknown streamer to what you are today..."
"Everyone was drawn to your singing...soothed by your songs...they...they..."
The more she spoke, the more choked up her voice became, until finally she couldn't continue acting at all.
Cheng Yudie could clearly sense that Wen He's condition worsened after each song.
Even with the continuous infusion of large amounts of blood, it could not conceal the sickly pallor of his face.
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