"Wen He, can you please stop singing...? Please..."
After learning that Wen He only had less than two months left, Cheng Yudie pleaded with tears in her eyes.
Seeing Cheng Yudie's tearful face, Wen He felt heartbroken.
He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
His eyes gazed intently and gently at Cheng Yudie.
There are many people like you in the world.
"Someone as beautiful, gentle, kind, and lovely as you."
"They may be experiencing the darkness that we have all experienced before right now."
At this point, Wen He paused, then slowly looked up at the deep darkness of the night.
"We know very well..."
"Most people who suffer from depression are kind at heart."
"They are always thinking of others and neglecting themselves."
"Or perhaps they are deep in a cold abyss, choosing to silently bear their negative emotions alone so as not to bring them to others."
"This type of person is often the most prone to depression."
"And my song might be able to lend them a hand at a crucial moment."
"Even though singing does come at a price, if it can save the lives of some kind people..."
"No matter how you look at it, it's definitely worth it."
Cheng Yudie stared at the smile on Wen He's face, completely stunned.
She could clearly sense that Wen He's words came from the bottom of her heart.
"But... what happened after singing... was simply unbearable, wasn't it...?"
"If that suffocating, violent cough is accompanied by pain all over your body, can you really withstand it?"
Cheng Yudie truly never expected that Wen He would pay such a heavy price after singing a song.
Every time he coughed, the blood exploded like a bomb.
In addition, the extremely violent amplitude made it look like he was exploding blood.
It felt like someone had lit a whole bunch of explosives and shoved them down his throat.
The explosions were accompanied by blood.
When Cheng Yudie saw that scene, she was completely terrified.
When you get close, you can hear extremely heavy breathing.
It's like an asthma attack; I can't breathe at all.
Cheng Yudie felt a chill just watching it; she couldn't even imagine what it would be like if she experienced it herself.
It's already reached this level, so why does Wen He talk about it so casually...?
"To be honest, I probably couldn't handle it. It was really unpleasant. Every time I coughed violently, I would think, 'Maybe I should just die.'"
"But after recovering, it seems like it's nothing special. This is probably what people often say: once the wound heals, the pain is forgotten."
"The pain and the pleasure are a kind of pleasure in themselves."
Wen He looked at Cheng Yudie with eyes full of warmth.
These words made Cheng Yudie feel extremely uncomfortable.
She could completely understand Wen He's mindset in doing such a thing.
But she felt that this was really too unfair.
Why do Wen He's songs have such a powerful healing effect?
Why him of all people...?
His life has already been unfortunate enough, why make him bear all this more...?
He could have easily just washed his hands of it.
"But...but...but you already have late-stage lung cancer!"
"You only have less than two months left in this world..."
"Do you know... you are the kindest and gentlest person I have ever met..."
"You have suffered for so many years, endured more than a decade of darkness and loneliness, and finally made it through, regained your freedom, and acquired some wealth."
"You should spend the rest of your days enjoying life to the fullest, seeing the beauty of this world, eating all kinds of delicious food, and going wherever you want to go, instead of..."
"Instead of torturing yourself to give light to others!"
"Wen He, have you ever thought about yourself...?"
"If you were to die like this, would you really not regret it?"
"From the moment of birth to the moment the heart stops beating, all the time in between is suffering..."
"Wen He, your life shouldn't be like this..."
"Be a little selfish, save some love for yourself, or if all else fails, do it for me, okay?"
Cheng Yudie was sobbing uncontrollably, her face already wet with tears.
This was the first time, apart from depression, that she had felt such a profound sense of powerlessness.
She didn't know how to persuade Wen He.
Because Wen He's starting point was never herself.
He seemed completely indifferent to his own life or death, or how much money he had made.
Wenhe feels happy as long as she can bring warmth to others.
Just like his name.
It's as if his existence was solely for this purpose.
"I'm okay. No matter how bitter or painful it is, it's only for the last two months."
"Two months isn't enough time to make anything of a name for yourself."
"So, I'm sorry..."
"I cannot make any promises in that regard..."
There are always people who are hoping that the light will shine on them.
"There are always people who are struggling to hold on in the dark and cold abyss."
There are always people who are worth saving.
Seeing Cheng Yudie in this state, Wen He was also heartbroken.
He liked Cheng Yudie very much, and he didn't want to see her cry or suffer.
Moreover, all her suffering stemmed from Wen He.
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