I am terminally ill, but I am healing the world with my songs

In the past, the comment sections of these kinds of traitors would have exploded with骂 (mà, scolding).

Now, their comment sections were harmoniously terrifying.

Although there were many comments, no one was scolding them; at most, they were just offering explanations.

【I really hope what you're saying is true, that Wen He just found the流量密码 (liúliàng mìmǎ, traffic code - a way to get popular online), so he made this song, and we're just bewitched by the song, too sensitive, and overthinking things. Please... it really has to be like this...】

【This human blood馒头 (mántou, steamed bun - metaphor for profiting from someone's misfortune), Wen He, you have to eat it! We're willing to let you earn this traffic, just please don't let anything happen...】

【Yeah, didn't the song say at the beginning, 'This is a simple song, nothing special.' Maybe we're really just thinking too much.】

【Wen He just released a song. This song didn't hurt anyone or exploit anyone. He only did two live streams for less than five minutes after he blew up. I didn't expect people to chase after him and骂 (mà, scold) him for that.】

【You have to be safe and sound. We're always waiting for you, waiting for you to come towards us with your next new song.】

When those haters posted their comments, they had already prepared themselves for a storm of attacks...

But they never expected that the expected骂 (mà, scolding) and arguments wouldn't happen.

Instead, they were actually comforted by the haters' words.

We've seen plenty of cases of good intentions leading to bad outcomes, but this is the first time we've seen a bad thing turn into a good thing.

The comments in the comment section made those haters very uncomfortable, like punching cotton, a strange feeling they couldn't explain.

Guilt? Regret? Remorse? Shame?...

They didn't know either.

Anyway, this situation was rare.

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"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

"Cough cough cough!!"

"................"

Wen He knelt on the ground, as if having an asthma attack, his bloodshot eyes wide, breathing almost frantically.

But no matter how hard he tried, the air seemed to solidify, and he couldn't get it into his lungs at all, the intense suffocation turning his face red.

The little air left in his lungs was used for this violent coughing.

Rusty-tasting blood kept gushing out of his throat.

With each cough, blood would splatter everywhere like an explosion.

He felt pain all over his body, very intense.

It hurt so much that he almost crushed his molars.

His body convulsed and twitched uncontrollably, as if electrocuted.

Wen He's remaining rationality told him that this situation was definitely not normal.

Was the cancer worsening further?

Wen He had researched this information. Most people who get cancer, many of them are in so much pain that they give up treatment in the end.

Especially in the late stages, cancer cells will slowly spread throughout the body.

Maybe it was because his singing caused it, that the accumulated coughing would accelerate this process.

If that was the case, maybe he wouldn't even live for five more months.

And he hadn't used any medication to help himself.

He hadn't even taken a single painkiller.

But it didn't matter.

Anyway, this was the last time.

Once he got through this time, it would all be over.

"Wen He! Wen He!"

That familiar voice, carrying a sob, was calling his name.

It was like Wen He, who had let himself fall into the abyss, was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Cheng Yudie, who had rushed over, hugged Wen He tightly with tears in her eyes.

"Cough cough... Don't... don't get close to me... Cough cough cough!" He used all his strength, but carefully pushed Cheng Yudie away.

"Why...?" Cheng Yudie's face was full of astonishment.

"It will become unfortunate."

"No! It won't! It won't, Wen He! It won't!"

Hearing these words, Cheng Yudie's heart was suddenly tugged, she pounced on him and hugged Wen He tightly again.

"It won't, it won't..." Cheng Yudie cried very hard, constantly repeating those three words.

"Cough cough!" Wen He's coughing blood stained her clothes red: "Blood... got it dirty... Cough cough cough..."

"It's not dirty, your blood is not dirty at all, the blood on your body is the purest in the world, don't hurt yourself anymore, Wen He, let's not sing anymore, okay? Please, let's not sing..."

She choked up, and tears fell like a torrential rain.

His blood stained her clothes red.

Her tears soaked his clothes.

They hugged each other.

Like water embracing a fish.

Like the fish's tears flowing into the water's heart.

The sun sprinkled sunlight on the earth, but its side was empty.

Only clouds can let the sun lean on.

When the sun wants to cry, it can only cry loudly hidden behind the clouds.

Wen He is the sun of the masses.

Cheng Yudie is his cloud.

"Cough cough..." As Wen He's coughing became weaker and weaker, his body gradually weakened.

A song had exhausted all his energy, and now he was like a numb puppet, standing in place.

Cheng Yudie's choked sobs still echoed in his ears.

"I'm sorry, I made you worry..." Wen He said softly.

"呜呜呜 (wū wū wū - sound of crying)..."

Responding to him was only Cheng Yudie's more vigorous crying.

Seeing this situation, Wen He also knew that it probably wouldn't stop for a while.

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 the gutter longing for the beautiful prairie.

He looked at Cheng Yudie, wanting to comfortingly pat her, but the hand he stretched out hung in mid-air.

— "Which blind person could like you? What do you have to offer?"

In his mind, Wen He's mother's voice suddenly echoed.

Wen He was stunned there, his rationality gradually pulled back by the cold reality.

At this moment.

A calloused and particularly rough hand grabbed Wen He's hand and placed it on Cheng Yudie's head.

Wen He looked up in astonishment.

He was surprised to find that it was the beggar he had seen on the roadside before.

How could he be here!?

"Young man, you have such a good girlfriend, don't let her down." The beggar in his sixties said.

Then he rummaged through the lining of his patched coat.

He pulled out a large handful of money, most of which were 1 yuan and 5 yuan notes, with a small amount of 20 and 50 yuan notes.

This beggar handed his only six 100 yuan notes to Wen He.

"You this is...?" Wen He asked in confusion.

The beggar winked at Wen He, and he realized that Cheng Yudie had actually cried herself to sleep in his arms.

"You need these more than I do, take them."

After leaving the money, the beggar walked away step by step.

Wen He looked at the beggar who was gradually disappearing from sight, and then looked at Cheng Yudie, who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

So the world is still very warm...

Wen He thought like this.

Since that's the case, then let's live through today first.