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

Wen Ze's slightly immature voice was thick with sobs.

It was like a clear spring flowing into the depths of everyone's heart.

He knew that at this moment, the mood of the crowd was no better than his own.

Especially those fans who were filled with love and admiration for Wen He were now in the harshest winter of their lives.

After all, for those who were already deep in the abyss of despair…

Wen He's sudden departure was likely to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Causing them to lose the courage and motivation to continue living.

You must know that the most terrifying thing in the world is not the endless darkness itself.

But when that glimmer of hope appears, it vanishes in an instant like a flash in the pan.

In this way, the newly ignited faint flame will be extinguished in an instant, leaving people with only deeper pain and confusion.

In this difficult time, there always needs to be someone who steps forward.

Like lighting a raging fire to illuminate their way forward.

This is the continuation of light, and it is also Wen Ze's responsibility.

He didn't know if he could persevere.

But at least now he had to stand up.

“Look up, gaze, at the night sky~”

“There is, a shooting star, falling~”

“…”

“…”

“We, still have, countless angels, fighting~”

“Using life, to hold up, this world~”

Wen Ze's song reminded them of "The Brightest Star in the Night Sky" that Wen He had sung.

The people at dawn looked up at the night sky.

Without searching, they could find the brightest star.

Looking at that star, in an instant, they seemed to feel a gentle and comforting gaze.

A warmth from the inside out comforted every sad person.

People were sure that Wen He was always there.

He had become the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the way for people in the endless darkness.

“So please don’t feel disappointed and frustrated with life~”

“So please never forget the hope those figures gave you~”

“Forget all the pain, keep the gratitude in your heart~”

“For the people who spared no expense to save you~”

“Commemorate those who used their own lives…”

“To hold up the world~”

When this song came to an end.

The extremely sad people, their hearts in great pain.

Were all healed.

Making some people who couldn't understand, understand something.

Making those who felt despair about the world, light up again.

【Wen He is an epitome of all the people in the world who use their lives to hold up the world… Just like the lyrics… There are still many angels in the world who are working hard for this dilapidated world…】

【I should have died when I was thirteen… died in a fire… When I was about to die from poisoning… the firefighter kicked open the door… and sent me out… but he himself was forever trapped in that fire… forever…】

【A lamp uses its life… to light thousands of lamps… For a better future… we must all work hard to live on…】

【From today onwards… I am no longer afraid of death… because there are warm people on both sides… I am no longer afraid of the dark night… because there are also the brightest stars at night…】

【Wen Ze's song really awakened me who was trapped in the darkness… I almost did something stupid… I was wrong… I will never waste my life so easily again…】

The first song released by Wen Ze.

Received unbelievable popularity.

After he insisted on finishing this song, he could no longer suppress his emotions and broke down and cried.

Of course, these scenes were not recorded.

“He would be proud of you.”

Gao Chongting gently patted him on the back, comforting the only eleven-year-old Wen Ze.

“Mm…” Wen Ze's tears couldn't stop flowing.

At his age, it should have been a carefree and unrestrained youthful time.

But now he could create such a song on his own.

His growth trajectory was not better than Wen He's.

He had always lived in a relatively pampered environment before.

After Wen He left the family, he experienced the first deeply painful lesson in his life.

That night, he was even beaten by his father to the point of incontinence.

The little boy also grew up a lot overnight.

After that, when he learned that his own brother was terminally ill and not long for this world, he was burdened with extremely heavy responsibilities.

Although he chose this path himself, Gao Chongting still felt very sorry for him.

Wen He and Cheng Yudie often went out to travel or attend concerts, and did not spend much time at home.

Only Gao Chongting and Wen Ze were often left at home to take care of the house.

Gao Chongting was very clear about Wen Ze's efforts.

Other children at this age play games, watch TV, and browse videos.

Only him, he doesn't play games, doesn't watch TV, and doesn't browse videos.

He studies music knowledge like crazy and practices all kinds of musical instruments.

He even plans his daily learning process himself.

Many times Gao Chongting felt that he was working hard, so he would let him rest and relax.

Time passed quickly, and soon it was Wen He's funeral.

There were crowds of people at the scene, even lining up in a long dragon-like queue.

Each of them held a bunch of white chrysanthemums in their hands.

Looking from a distance, the crowd was densely packed.

Like countless ants carrying food in a long line.