[Holy crap, that was incredibly powerful! Luckily, I'm resourceful enough to have a premonition and bring a pack of tissues.]
I really want to know what Wen He went through...
Yes, just as his lyrics say, "I empathize, I give you the hope of redemption." He must have experienced a lot of darkness and coldness to write such songs, songs that resonate in our hearts.
Wen He truly lives up to his name; his songs are like a gentle, warm sun, healing everyone's wounded hearts.
This song has such a strong aftereffect; I've already used up a whole pack of tissues, and my stupid roommate thought I was going to pass out.
[At the scene, I was his bed frame. I've already used up two packs of tissues, and I just can't stop crying...]
The viral videos under these trending topics are filled with countless comments like these.
Strangers who have never met before are working hard to heal every unhappy soul.
Someone used their sense of humor to amuse those reading the comments.
Someone gently comforted the injured person with his tender words.
Someone used his witty and cute words to encourage everyone.
At this moment...
Words are imbued with warmth.
This was the most harmonious comment section they had ever seen, bar none.
Everyone's words were full of goodwill.
The hostility of the past seemed to have been diluted by this song.
A truly heartfelt song can reach every wounded soul.
"At first, I thought it was some kind of joke because I didn't understand it. But after listening to the whole song, I suddenly felt like I had several knives on my body."
"It's just a little bit of hardship, it's just a little bit of hardship, it's just a little bit of hardship, it's just... Ahhhhh!! This hardship is too much, I can't hold back anymore!"
"The typhoon is in your eyes, right? Don't worry, this is only the first stage. It's normal to have some tears. There won't be any tears in the second stage."
"The second stage will turn you into that kind of loser who smirks in other people's comment sections, who has spent all his ink in his life thinking of slutty things to make others happy, even though he was the one being comforted before."
Wen He stared in astonishment at these seemingly unreal things.
He couldn't believe that the dream he had once longed for was now within his grasp.
Wen He wants to be a singer because she wants to use the power of music to heal everyone's tired and weary souls.
He has tasted too much bitterness and tears in life, so he also wants to do his part to bring warmth to those who are also in distress.
This was Wen He's dream since childhood.
As he scrolled, his vision gradually blurred.
Two crystal-clear tears slid down her bloodshot eyes.
This was the happiest time Wen He had ever laughed in her life.
He spread warmth to the world.
People's smiles give him an even brighter glow.
At this very moment, Wen He...
I've finally found the meaning of my life.
The heart, which had long been frozen, gradually showed signs of thawing.
"Cough! Cough cough!"
A violent cough instantly brought him back to reality.
He felt something choking him, and he could barely breathe.
Wen He breathed heavily, but the air he inhaled was extremely thin.
Moreover, the strong reaction made his cough even more severe.
Coughing is often accompanied by chest tightness and chest pain.
He stood there blankly, his eyes slightly glazed over, and it was unclear how long he remained still.
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"Xiao He is back! Go wash your hands. Grandma made your favorite dumplings."
"What does Xiaohe want to eat? Grandma will buy it for you."
"Don't cry, Xiaohe. Grandma is just a little sleepy. She'll be fine after a nap. Be a good girl, Xiaohe. Grandma will make dumplings for you when she wakes up."
"Of course it's true. Grandma would never lie to Xiaohe. Let's pinky swear."
Wen He did not sleep well that night.
Nighttime is the peak time for coughing; even if you're asleep, you'll be woken up by coughing.
He couldn't remember the last time he woke up naturally.
But he met the person he wanted to see.
In her hazy dream, Wenhe dreamed of her maternal grandmother.
She was the only person in the world who truly loved him.
Misfortune seems to target those who are destined for hardship.
When Wenhe was thirteen, his beloved grandmother passed away.
My grandmother in my dream was still so kind and gentle.
Even the name "Wenhe" was given to him by his maternal grandmother.
Having composed herself, Wen He began her busy day the moment she got out of bed.
Wen He only had some time to herself after her parents went to work.
"Wen He, are you awake? I didn't sleep a wink last night. I listened to the same song on repeat all night. I felt like my soul was elevated."
"Maybe this is just a final burst of energy before death. Don't die inside my phone."
"Start your live stream quickly! We can't wait to see how many people are in your live stream today!"
"Yeah, everyone's looking forward to your live stream. Just chat casually like usual."
The group of people in the group were pressuring me a lot.
"I'm awake, I'll start broadcasting right away," Wen He typed in response.
Upon receiving this news, the group chat immediately erupted in excitement.
We've been waiting for this day for ages, and it's finally here!
Wen He took a deep breath and gradually adjusted her mindset.
After confirming that everything was in order, Wen He started the live stream.
In an instant!
An unimaginable surge of traffic instantly came in!
In the blink of an eye, the number of viewers in the live stream had exceeded ten thousand!
And this number is growing exponentially.
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