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

Cheng Yudie's unwavering gaze and words struck Wen He's mind like a thunderbolt.

His wide eyes were filled with unparalleled shock.

In Cheng Yudie's eyes, he was like a sun with ten thousand rays of light?

Cheng Yudie had also collected evidence to sue his parents and the factory owner?

This explosive information overwhelmed Wen He, and he couldn't believe it was real.

He stood there dumbfounded, unable to recover for a long time.

"Cough… cough cough cough…"

A not-so-violent cough pulled Wen He back to reality.

"When did you start paying attention to me? Was it during the first song?" he asked curiously.

In this situation, it was obvious that the rainy day when he met Cheng Yudie was definitely not an accident.

"No, it was even earlier than that."

As she spoke, Cheng Yudie took out her phone and showed him a shared group chat.

It wasn't until Wen He saw that familiar ID and avatar…

"You are [Sour Stinky Cat Head]!?" His words were full of surprise.

"Yes, hehe, didn't expect that ~" Cheng Yudie said proudly.

"… … … …"

Wen He took a deep breath, he really didn't expect this.

This fan had been following him before he became popular. She was a true old fan and would come to almost every stream.

At that time, a lot of the revenue from gifts came from her.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you for so long."

"Actually, I didn't take the postgraduate entrance exam, and I didn't quit Douyin."

"I've been listening to every song you've released, and I also know that you wrote Duoduo into the song."

"Your song 'The Bottom of the Sea' made me feel suffocated, but luckily I found you."

"I do often go there to buy fried skewers, so I'm very familiar with the bus stop in your video."

"Later, I really wanted to figure out what happened to you, so I installed that miniature tracking device on you."

Cheng Yudie knew that what she had done was not honorable, so she was very active in admitting her mistake.

Although she knew that Wen He might hate or resent her for this, she didn't regret it.

After all, no one wants to be monitored by their most trusted friend.

Even if she had no malicious intentions.

Of course, this was just Cheng Yudie's preparation for the worst.

Based on her understanding of Wen He…

He wouldn't be like that.

Wen He, just like his name, always had a gentle and kind appearance.

"It's okay, I want to know, how did you keep paying attention to me back then? My streams were obviously very boring at that time," Wen He asked in confusion.

Just as Cheng Yudie thought.

Wen He didn't take her deception and surveillance to heart at all.

"What I'm about to say may be a little magical, but compared to your experience, I don't think it's that magical."

"Simply put, my dad wants me to marry a man I don't like, just like a royal marriage in ancient times."

"If I marry him, it will allow my dad to cooperate with that company, and the profits involved in the project are very large."

"The way that rich second generation looks at me is like looking at prey. He's always surrounded by all kinds of beauties. He makes me feel incredibly dirty and disgusting."

"To avoid this, I cut off all contact with my family and rented this place to earn money by drawing."

"I often toss and turn at night. My dad has always loved me very much, but I don't understand why he would do this, even willing to sell his own daughter for profit."

Speaking of this, Cheng Yudie smiled self-deprecatingly.

Before this happened, she once thought that she was her parents' precious darling.

Cheng Yudie prided herself on being sensible and never worried her parents. She had never been rebellious since she was a child and had always been a good girl at home.

Who would have thought that they would actually agree to this marriage and be willing to let her marry that playboy rich second generation.

After she clearly expressed that she didn't like him, or even hated him.

Her parents often did ideological work on her, trying to persuade her to marry that rich second generation.

Realizing that she couldn't communicate with her parents, Cheng Yudie resolutely chose to run away.

"In short, I suffered from depression and thought about suicide countless times at night."

"I slashed my hand with a knife, and it hurt so much that I didn't dare to commit suicide."

"When I was at my most difficult and painful, I accidentally saw your live stream in the Douyin city channel."

"Your Douyin ID and voice almost made me immediately determine that you were my deskmate in the third year of junior high school."

"Out of curiosity, I watched it, and as you said, it was indeed very boring."

A trace of a smile appeared on Cheng Yudie's originally bitter face.

Fate is really a wonderful thing.

Cheng Yudie didn't expect that she would be healed by Wen He.

At that time, his live stream was deadly boring.

But who would have thought that Wen He would become so popular later.

Who would have thought that his living environment would be so bad that it was appalling.

"The reason I was able to keep watching at the time was actually with the idea that 'your live stream effect will be over sooner or later'."

"In this era of involution, your live stream can't be said to be completely uncharacteristic, it can only be said that it has no merit at all."

"But who would have thought that you could persist in streaming every day for several months in this situation with only single-digit viewers."

"It was this curiosity that greatly reduced my depression. At least my attention was diverted a lot."

"Later, you said you went to the hospital to check your cough, and then you had the whimsical idea of singing a song for us."

"Your songs made me feel the beauty and warmth of this world, illuminated my life, and cured my depression."

As for what happened later, Wen He knew it all without Cheng Yudie saying it.

He didn't expect that Cheng Yudie would have such an experience.

Wen He certainly understood how heartbroken and helpless it would be when one's own parents used themselves as a tool to cash in for profit.

The family bond of blood being thicker than water seemed so ridiculous.

Feeling empathy, Wen He stepped forward and gently hugged Cheng Yudie.

"Don't be sad, there will be many people who love you," he comforted her gently.

Hearing these words, Cheng Yudie's heart trembled. She buried her head, hugged Wen He tightly, and sobbed softly.

"Clearly… clearly you are more miserable than me… why are you comforting me instead…" Cheng Yudie choked.

"Misery has no high or low, no one is more miserable than anyone else, we are all the same," Wen He stroked her hair, his eyes full of pity.

It wasn't that Wen He suddenly became enlightened, nor was it that Cheng Yudie's few words cured his inferiority complex.

But compared to inferiority, the kindness in his heart was clearly better.

Wen He was very clear about what Cheng Yudie needed.

She needed a warm hug so that she would feel much better.

And Wen He could just give her a hug.

That was all.

"Tomorrow is my birthday, can you spend it with me?" Cheng Yudie raised her head, her big watery eyes looking at him.