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

"Wen He, can you please stop singing...? I beg you..."

Knowing that Wen He had less than two months left, Cheng Yudie pleaded with red eyes.

Seeing Cheng Yudie's tearful eyes, Wen He also felt sorry for her.

He gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

His eyes gazed at Cheng Yudie earnestly and tenderly.

"There are many people in this world like you."

"People as beautiful, gentle, kind, and lovely as you."

"They may be experiencing the darkness we have all gone through before at this very moment."

Speaking of this, Wen He paused, and he slowly raised his head to look at the deep night.

"We deeply know..."

"That most people who suffer from depression are kind at heart."

"They are always thinking of others, neglecting themselves."

"Or they are in a cold abyss, choosing to silently endure in order not to bring negative emotions to others."

"This type of person is often most prone to depression."

"And my song may be able to give them a hand at a critical moment."

"Even though singing does require me to pay a certain price, if it can be exchanged for the life of those kind people..."

"No matter how I think about it, it's worth it, right."

Cheng Yudie looked at the smile on Wen He's face, and her whole person was stunned in place.

She could clearly feel that all the words Wen He said came from the bottom of his heart.

"But... the experience after singing... is simply unbearable, right...?"

"That suffocating, violent cough, if it's accompanied by pain all over your body, can you really handle it?"

Cheng Yudie really didn't expect that Wen He would pay such a painful price after singing a song.

Every time he coughed, blood would explode like a bomb.

Coupled with that extremely violent amplitude, it caused him to completely explode with blood.

It was as if someone had lit a large string of explosives and stuffed it into his throat.

The crackling explosions were mixed with blood.

Cheng Yudie was so frightened by the scene she saw at the time that she was about to go crazy.

When approaching, she could still hear extremely violent breathing sounds.

It was like an asthma attack, and she couldn't breathe at all.

Cheng Yudie felt scared just watching, and she couldn't imagine what it would be like if she experienced it herself.

It had already reached this level, so how could Wen He say it so lightly...?"

"To be honest, I may not be able to handle it. That feeling is really uncomfortable. Every time I cough violently, I think, should I just die."

"But after recovering, it seems like that's it. This may be what people often say: 'Once the pain is gone, the wound is forgotten.'"

"Suffering and happiness coexist, isn't it also a kind of happiness."

Wen He looked at Cheng Yudie, his eyes full of warmth.

These words fell into Cheng Yudie's ears and made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

She could very, very much understand what kind of mentality Wen He was doing this with.

But she felt that this was a bit too unfair.

Why does the song Wen He sings have such a powerful healing ability?

Why is it him...?"

His life is already very unfortunate, why should he bear these things...?"

Clearly, he could just let go and not care.

"But... but... but you already have terminal lung cancer!"

"You only have less than two months left in this world..."

"Do you know... you are the kindest and gentlest person I have ever met..."

"You have suffered so, so many years, endured more than ten years of darkness and loneliness, and finally made it through, regained your freedom, and possessed a certain amount of wealth."

"You should enjoy life to the fullest in the remaining days, see the beauty of this world, eat all kinds of delicacies, go to all the places you want to go, instead of..."

"Instead of using self-torture to give others light!"

"Wen He, have you ever considered yourself...?"

"If you die like this, won't you really regret it?"

"From the moment of birth to the moment when the heart stops beating, all the time in between is suffering..."

"Wen He, your life shouldn't be like this..."

"Be selfish, leave a little love for yourself, if it's really not possible, then just do it for my sake, okay?"

Cheng Yudie sobbed uncontrollably, already crying like a river.

This was the first time she felt a deep sense of powerlessness besides depression.

She didn't know how to persuade Wen He.

Because Wen He's starting point was never on himself from the beginning.

He seemed to not care about his own life or death at all, nor did he care about how much money he earned.

As long as he could bring warmth to others, Wen He would feel happy.

Just like his name.

It seemed that his birth was for this purpose.

"I'm fine, no matter how bitter or painful it is, it's only these last two months."

"Two months is not enough to do anything."

"So, I'm sorry..."

"I can't give you a promise in this regard..."

"There are always people who are still hoping that the light can shine on them."

"There are always people who are struggling in the dark and cold abyss."

"There are always people who are worth saving."

Seeing Cheng Yudie like this now, how could Wen He not feel uncomfortable?

He liked Cheng Yudie very much, he didn't want to see Cheng Yudie cry, and he didn't want to see her feel uncomfortable.

What's more, her pain all came from Wen He.

But ah..."

Wen He only has two months to live, and he can't delay Cheng Yudie's future.

Because following him, there is no future at all.

"How can there be someone as silly as you in this world, never thinking about yourself..."

Cheng Yudie collapsed and hugged Wen He.

Knowing that she couldn't persuade Wen He, she burst into tears.

"Isn't it because you are thinking of me? Having you is enough," Wen He said softly.

At this time, in Wen He's arms, Cheng Yudie remembered her former oath.

Let Wen He be the light of the world, and let her be Wen He's light.

Now..."

She selfishly wanted to possess the light of the world for herself.

Cheng Yudie knew she shouldn't be like this, but she really felt sorry for him.

But Wen He was determined, and she decided not to persuade him anymore.

Since this was Wen He's own well-considered choice, Cheng Yudie decided to respect his choice.

Unable to stop Wen He from illuminating the world, then she must be prepared to illuminate Wen He.

No matter what happens later, she will stand firmly on Wen He's side and wholeheartedly heal Wen He's tired body and mind.

"Are you planning to sing a healing type of song next?" Cheng Yudie, who had cried enough, wanted to help Wen He share some of the burden.

"Yes."

"Do you have any ideas?" she asked.

"I want to sing about 'light'."

"Can I help you write the lyrics?" Cheng Yudie asked cautiously.

"Of course."

"Promise me, if what I write is not good, you must tell me. I just want to help you, but if I'm hindering you, I will feel very guilty, so if it's not suitable, please be sure to tell me, okay?"

"Okay, I promise you," Wen He replied.