Normally, the comment section for these kinds of traitors would have been filled with angry arguments.
Now their comment sections are so harmonious it's frightening.
Although there were many comments, no one criticized them; at most, they offered explanations.
I really hope what you're saying is true. Wen He just found the secret to generating traffic, which is why this song came about. We've become obsessed with the song and are too sensitive, which is why we're overthinking things. Please... it really has to be like this...
【Wen He, you absolutely must take advantage of this tragedy! We're willing to let you earn this traffic, but please, whatever you do, don't let anything go wrong…】
[Yeah, didn't the song say at the beginning, "This is a simple song, nothing special"? Maybe we're just overthinking it.]
[Wen He only released one song, which neither harmed nor exploited anyone. After becoming famous, he only did two live streams that lasted less than five minutes each. I didn't expect that he would still be attacked like this.]
Please stay safe and sound. We're always waiting for you, waiting for you to come back with your next new song.
Those trolls were already bracing themselves for a storm of attacks when they posted their comments...
To everyone's surprise, the expected insults and arguments did not occur.
Instead, they were actually comforted by the haters' words.
I've seen plenty of cases where good intentions lead to bad outcomes, but this is the first time I've seen a bad thing turn into a good thing.
The comments in the comment section made the haters very uncomfortable, feeling like they punched cotton, which was inexplicably strange.
Guilt? Regret? Feeling guilty? Utterly ashamed? ...
They didn't know either.
Anyway, this situation is very rare.
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"Cough! Cough cough cough!"
"Cough cough cough!!"
"…………"
Wen He knelt on the ground, as if she were having an asthma attack, her bloodshot eyes wide open, breathing almost frantically.
But no matter how hard he tried, the air seemed to solidify, and he couldn't breathe it into his lungs at all. The intense feeling of suffocation made his face turn red.
The little air left in his lungs was used up in this violent coughing.
The rusty taste of blood kept gushing from his throat.
With each cough, fresh blood would splatter everywhere as if it were exploding.
He felt intense pain all over his body.
The pain was so intense that he almost bit his back teeth to pieces.
My body felt like it was being electrocuted, spasming and convulsing uncontrollably.
Wen He's remaining rationality told him that this situation was definitely not normal.
Has the cancer worsened?
Wen He had researched this information and found that most people who get cancer eventually give up treatment because the pain became unbearable.
Especially in the later stages, cancer cells can slowly spread throughout the body.
It might be because of his singing that the accumulated coughing accelerated the process.
If that's the case, he might not even live for five more months.
Moreover, he never used any drugs to help himself.
Wen He has never even taken a single painkiller.
But it's okay.
Anyway, this is the last time.
Once we get through this, it will all be over.
"Wen He! Wen He!"
That familiar voice was calling his name with a sob in its voice.
It was like Wen He, who had let herself fall into the abyss, was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Cheng Yudie rushed over and hugged Wen He tightly with tears in her eyes.
"Cough cough...don't...don't come near me...cough cough cough!" He used all his strength, yet carefully pushed Cheng Yudie away.
"Why...?" Cheng Yudie asked, her face full of astonishment.
"It will become unfortunate."
"No! No way! No, Wen He! No way!"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yudie felt a sudden pang in her heart. She rushed forward and hugged Wen He tightly once again.
"No, no..." Cheng Yudie cried very hard, repeating those three words over and over again.
"Cough cough!" Wen He coughed up blood that stained her clothes: "Blood...it's dirty...cough cough cough..."
"It's not dirty, your blood isn't dirty at all. The blood in your body is the purest in the world. Please stop hurting yourself, Wen He. Let's not sing anymore, okay? Please, let's not sing anymore..."
She choked back tears, which fell like a torrential downpour.
His blood stained her clothes.
Her tears soaked his clothes.
They hugged each other.
It's like water embracing a fish.
It's like a fish's tears flowing into the heart of the water.
The sun shines its light on the earth, yet there is nothing around it.
Only clouds can provide the sun with support.
When the sun wants to cry, it can only weep loudly when it hides behind the clouds.
Wenhe is the sun for the masses.
Cheng Yudie is his cloud.
"Cough cough..." As Wen He's coughing grew softer, his body gradually weakened.
One song had exhausted all his energy, and now he was like a numb puppet, standing still.
Cheng Yudie's choked sobs still echoed in my ears.
"I'm sorry for making you worry..." Wen He said softly.
"Waaaaah..."
His only response was Cheng Yudie's even more intense crying.
Seeing this, Wen He knew that it probably wouldn't stop anytime soon.
Although he didn't understand why Cheng Yudie would appear in this deep mountain forest in the middle of the night.
but……
Wen He was very grateful for her appearance.
Like a rat in a sewer longing for the beautiful grassland.
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