"Bad woman," Gao Chongting muttered under his breath.
He didn't expect Cheng Yudie to change her expression faster than turning the pages of a book.
Seeing this harmonious and beautiful scene before her, Wen He smiled from the bottom of her heart.
This is the "home" he has always dreamed of.
It's not home, but it feels better than home.
But...
Wen He has no days left to live.
With each passing day, he is one day closer to his death.
The heavenly life before him made Wen He fear death and caused him to reject singing.
But...
Wen He felt a pang of heartache when he saw Wen Ze being beaten so badly by his parents at home today.
It was as if I was seeing my past self.
He had longed countless times in the dead of night for a ray of light to shine upon him.
It washed away his wounded heart.
It warmed his cold and lonely heart.
Hoping, struggling, yearning, praying, pleading...
Keep singing.
—While you're still alive.
—While you still have the ability to give warmth to others.
—To save more people who need saving, and to redeem more people who need redemption.
Even if it means burning oneself as a candle, one should still illuminate the future for those in darkness.
Tonight, late at night.
While everyone else was asleep.
To avoid worrying them, Wen He quietly left home and went to a quiet, deserted place.
He took out some painkillers, gulped them down, and then clicked the button to record a video.
"In this world, there are still many dreams that are not recognized, feelings that are not blessed, and children that are not cared for."
"They made no mistakes, yet they could only walk shakily and frailly on the road."
"I'm dedicating my new song, 'Borrow,' to them."
(Borrowed from Mao Buyi)
"Borrowing from all things in heaven and earth, not seeking to reach a certain destination, but only hoping for fewer obstacles along the way, so that they may all be just as ordinary."
After those words were spoken, the intro began to play softly...
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