Cheng Yudie's figure, like a blooming firework, vanished in an instant under the glow of the lucky clover.
The [Wish List] in her hand fell to the ground along with a tear.
On that final page, which should have been blank,
a line of words had inexplicably appeared: "Become husband and wife."
She disappeared from Wen He's sight just like that.
As if she had never existed.
Wen He stood there, completely stunned.
His wide pupils trembled frantically in their sockets.
Tears fell to the ground, drop by drop, tracing lines down his cheeks.
The foxtails on the earthen slope gently brushed against Wen He's feet.
At the same time…
Sounds of joy and happiness echoed from all around.
"Great! It's New Year's! Happy New Year, everyone!"
"Mommy, Daddy, I want to play with sparklers! Light them for me~"
"My New Year's wish is to earn more money and strive to marry my girlfriend."
"Wow~ What beautiful fireworks~ So pretty~"
"Life is worth it."
Wen He stood there, his thin frame trembling slightly.
The cold wind caressed his body, embracing him.
He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something.
But it was as if he had suddenly lost the ability to speak.
He couldn't utter a sound for a long time.
Tears streamed from his blurry eyes.
The intense feeling of suffocation almost made him faint.
His heart felt as if it had been torn into pieces, aching fiercely, more painful than anything he had ever experienced.
He also felt a deep emptiness, as if his soul had been drawn from his body, leaving him without even the right to control it.
Wen He took a long, long time to recover, his whole being like a flame in a storm.
His faltering body seemed ready to extinguish at any moment.
"System."
【I'm here.】
"You came to fulfill my dreams, right?"
【Yes.】
"Then my current dream is for Cheng Yudie to be resurrected, and then to live out the rest of my life with her."
【… … … …】
Hearing Wen He's words, the system fell silent for a moment.
Then, its voice echoed in Wen He's mind once more.
【Host, if that is truly your dream, I can also help you realize it.】
【But have you ever truly faced yourself?】
The system's words stunned Wen He for a moment.
He seemed to have difficulty understanding the meaning of the system's words.
"I don't understand," Wen He said.
He could abandon everything now.
Even if the system took back all his musical creations, deleted all the songs he had sung,
including all the money and fame that Wen He had earned from them, Wen He would be willing.
He didn't want to sing any more songs; he just wanted Cheng Yudie back now.
But the system said that Wen He's dream was not like that.
【Your wish is neither to have her resurrected, nor to live on yourself, nor even to sing under the spotlight.】
【The most sincere wish in the depths of your heart…】
【is that no one in the world will encounter the suffering you have experienced, that every gentle and kind person will not be let down, that everyone in front of the screen can be happy and fulfilled.】
【Your dream has never wavered in the slightest from beginning to end.】
【Whether it was coughing to the point of despair, or the extreme physical torment brought about by the special medicine, or even now, Cheng Yudie's departure.】
【Granting you the ability to sing is merely a medium to allow you to fulfill your dream.】
The system's words sent a jolt through Wen He.
He could hardly believe what the system was saying.
How could his deeply rooted dream have never wavered?
Coughing and special medicine aside,
the current Wen He definitely didn't think that way!
He would sacrifice everything to bring Cheng Yudie back.
【Sacrifice everything? Host, you seem to have forgotten something.】
【Your friends and all the fans who listen to your songs are receiving mental healing because of the dream deep within your heart.】
【Of course, your dream could be to become a tycoon, and then start over with Cheng Yudie, living happily in this world.】
【But I must tell you that, based on the influence you have generated during this period, you have used your songs to heal approximately 500 million people worldwide with varying degrees of depression.】
【All your songs have a certain effect, and even after you die, they will still maintain the same healing ability, and may heal 800 million, 1 billion, or even more people with depression in the future.】
【Now, Host, please tell me your choice.】
The system's words left Wen He completely stunned.
If…
If they could start over…
Wen He's wide pupils trembled frantically in their sockets.
The greed in his eyes gradually became more apparent.
He carefully reviewed his life.
From the moment he was born, he was constantly beaten and scolded at home, unable to lift his head in shame.
His soul and personality were frantically insulted and trampled by his parents, until he completely lost the ability to resist and became a docile puppet.
At the age of five, Wen He was already responsible for most of the housework.
At an age when his height wasn't even as tall as a broom, he had already become a machine-nanny, summoned at will and dismissed at will.
If his parents had any unpleasant things happen to them outside, they would take him as a punching bag.
Wen He didn't understand.
Why did he have to suffer such hardships from birth?
Eighteen years old.
Most ordinary people were just beginning their lives.
Wen He had already been sentenced to death by terminal cancer.
— "There are always people who are still hoping for the light to shine on them."
— "There are always people who are still struggling in the dark and cold abyss."
— "There are always people who are worth saving."
… … … …
— "Living is certainly important, but some things are higher than life."
… … … …
— "If there is no torch afterward, then I will be the only light."
Saving all the suffering people or something.
Isn't that too far-fetched?
Why was it him who had to do such a thing?
Wen He himself was already suffering enough.
He also wanted to live a normal life.
He wasn't some great immortal.
Whether it was 500 million or 800 million, what did it have to do with him?
Their depression wasn't caused by Wen He.
He just wanted to be an ordinary person.
What was wrong with him?
He was already suffering enough, couldn't he enjoy life a little?
— "Do you have anything you want to say?"
— "Why did you wake up?"
— "?"
— "Pervert! Thug! I cried for you! But you're lusting after my body! And asking me why I woke up! If I hadn't woken up, you would have taken off my pants!"
— "That's not what I meant…"
— "Then what do you mean? If I hadn't woken up in time, you would have ripped off my clothes just now."
— "I did want to take off your clothes, but I didn't have any impure thoughts. I just thought there was blood on your clothes, and it's not good to sleep like that, so…"
— "Halt! You perverted deskmate! Stop quibbling! Prepare to die!"
— "Hahahaha, you can't escape, you can't escape from my grasp!"
Save Cheng Yudie.
Just consider it for himself.
He had been selfless many times; this time, he would be selfish.
A person who can't even take care of himself, what ability does he have to take care of the world?
"I've thought it over."
【Your choice is…】
"If someone has to bear this pain in the world, then why can't it be me?"
Wen He smiled gently, with tears in his eyes.
【You see, your dream has never wavered in the slightest from beginning to end.】
… … … …
I believe everyone can also see that the novel is currently entering the final stage of completion. There are many things to be busy with at home this month, and the updates will be much slower than before. In addition, the results are not good. One chapter a day is basically the limit. Finally, I hope everyone can send some gifts to support me. Lao Shao will try his best to draw a complete end to this book.
