As the song was drawing to a close.
Wen He remained standing quietly on the stage.
In fact, even before this moment, he already knew in his heart that his life was nearing its end.
Death was drawing ever closer to him.
Just a second before that intense, suffocating pain struck like a tidal wave.
Wen He swiftly and decisively shut down the microphone she was holding.
In an instant!
Its body, which had stood straight and tall like a pine tree, was suddenly knocked down as if by an invisible force.
Almost in the blink of an eye, it bent into a heartbreaking arc.
The microphone, which he had just been holding tightly in his hand, fell heavily to the ground and rolled to the side like a meteor that had lost control.
This sudden, yet strangely familiar scene.
It was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of everyone present.
In an instant, it abruptly pulled those who were completely immersed in the beautiful singing back to the cruel reality.
When they finally snapped out of their daze and refocused their gaze on the center of the stage...
To their astonishment, Wen He not only did not leave as usual, but her face was ashen, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of shocking blood.
This horrifying scene left the millions of audience members at the venue, as well as those watching the performance via live stream, speechless and stunned, frozen in place.
The feeling was as if everyone's heart had been hit by an extremely violent blow, so painful that it was hard to breathe.
"Cough! Cough cough cough!!"
With a series of heart-wrenching coughs, Wen He could no longer support her swaying body.
His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground.
Each violent cough was like a bomb exploding on the ground, splattering countless bright red blood flowers.
Wen He's entire body trembled uncontrollably from the unbearable pain, like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.
His airway, blocked by blood and phlegm, made breathing extremely difficult, almost to the point of cessation.
This illness is completely different from any I've experienced before.
Wen He could clearly feel her life gradually slipping away.
At that moment, a large group of people in white coats, along with the director and Gao Chongting, rushed over and immediately put an oxygen mask on Wen He.
Wen He took a deep breath of oxygen, then coughed violently.
Just as they lifted him onto the stretcher, the stretcher, which was perfectly fine, suddenly loosened and broke for some unknown reason.
While Wen He was still rational, a sentence suddenly rang in her ears.
"Wen He, I hope you can die surrounded by thousands of people. You deserve all the good things in the world."
He seemed to understand the current situation.
After all, the stage, which had undergone several tests, malfunctioned at this very moment.
The stretcher used for medical treatment broke in this strange way.
If one instance could be considered a coincidence, then two consecutive sudden malfunctions are clearly unreasonable.
"No need... cough cough cough!!... Thank you for your trouble..."
"Let me... stay here... cough cough!"
"Please..."
Both the director and Gao Chongting were somewhat taken aback when they heard Wen He struggling to squeeze out her words amidst a violent cough.
They were planning to carry Wen He backstage.
but……
Since Wen He has said so.
They chose to respect Wen He's wishes.
They didn't move Wen He, but simply stood quietly by her side, guarding her.
"If you need anything, just let us know. We're here for you."
Gao Chongting spoke softly to Wen He, his words filled with heartache.
In response to this, Wen He nodded gently between coughs, her eyes filled with trust.
He felt as if his body was somewhat light.
He turned his head and looked at the sea of people in the audience.
His vision seemed to become very clear. Even though the audience seats were dark and only the glow sticks in their hands provided a little light, Wen He could still see them clearly.
They were crying, their mouths agape, seemingly screaming something with heart-wrenching cries.
Wen He couldn't hear it.
When he realized he couldn't hear anything anymore.
The silence around us was almost eerily quiet.
The fans are probably telling him not to die, right?
Wen He could roughly understand what they were saying from their lip movements.
The violent coughing stopped at some point.
He shakily took a notebook out of his pocket.
Wen He had never imagined that the paper, as thin as a cicada's wing, would be so heavy at this moment.
By the time he turned to the last page, he had almost exhausted all his strength.
[Married]
This is the only word on the last page.
Wen He remembered that this line of text didn't seem to exist before; it only appeared after Cheng Yudie's death.
"Woof!"
A familiar voice rang out.
Wen He slowly raised her head, overjoyed.
Before me stood Cheng Yudie, dressed in red, looking absolutely stunning.
Xiao Huang, who was next to Cheng Yudie, seemed to have gained even more weight since she left.
"My husband, the flowers are blooming." Cheng Yudie smiled gently.
Upon hearing this, he then noticed that the glow sticks held by the thousands of audience members below the stage had turned a vibrant red, like blooming spider lilies.
They come together to form a breathtaking sea of flowers.
"Yes, the flowers are blooming."
Wen He, wearing a long red mandarin jacket, greeted them with a smile.
He took Cheng Yudie's hand and walked with Xiao Huang towards the sea of flowers.
The bright red blood from the cough stained the stage, outlining the shape of a spider lily, while Wen He fell asleep forever in the center of the flower's heart.
After the line "Get married" on the last page of the wish list.
There is a checkmark drawn with blood.
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