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

Wen He's words made Cheng Yudie pause slightly. After a moment of thought, she decided to confess everything.

"From the moment you were beaten, I already called a cab and rushed to your house," she said.

Although Wen He had prepared himself mentally, he was still shocked by Cheng Yudie's words.

His eyes widened, and he couldn't figure out how Cheng Yudie knew about something like that!

"You… how did you do it?" Wen He asked, utterly astonished.

Cheng Yudie walked slowly and reached out to pick up the necklace Wen He was wearing.

"This is a miniature GPS tracker with a recording function. The battery lasts for more than half a month," she explained.

"But why did you put this on me?"

"Aren't you angry?" Cheng Yudie asked, somewhat surprised.

"No, I just don't understand. What value is there in spying on someone like me?"

Wen He wasn't repulsed by being monitored.

As he said, he didn't think he was worth spying on.

If he had to guess, perhaps Cheng Yudie could use this to expose his online fame, then reveal it and gain a wave of traffic.

But Cheng Yudie's purpose was clearly not for that.

Wen He could vaguely guess something.

Was it to save him, so…?

No.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Wen He preferred to believe this was just one last dream before dying.

He didn't want to believe that someone would go to such great lengths to save him.

The self-deprecating Wen He never thought he had any value worth paying attention to.

Let alone that a girl like Cheng Yudie, who seemed to be out of a dream, would bring him salvation.

Just like his mother said.

He had nothing to offer.

"Why would you think that? Aren't you perfect enough?"

Cheng Yudie saw the intense inferiority complex in Wen He's eyes, which was almost overflowing.

It was as if he was the dirtiest thing in the world.

Everyone hated him, everyone ignored him.

He wasn't worthy of anything beautiful or warm.

He should just stay in a dark, unattended corner and rot.

Although Cheng Yudie had learned about Wen He's family situation recently, she roughly guessed that Wen He's mental state was very unhealthy.

But she couldn't understand why Wen He was so self-deprecating.

"Perfect…?"

Hearing these two words, Wen He was immediately stunned.

He looked at Cheng Yudie, his shocked eyes seemed to find it hard to imagine that these two words could be used on him.

"Yes, don't you realize it?"

"Every song you sing touches people's hearts, pulling countless people back from the brink of life and death."

"Your number of fans on the entire network has even exceeded 50 million, and the number of clicks for each song has exceeded 100 million, and some have even exceeded 1 billion."

"In the quiet night, people are listening to your songs to heal their tired souls, and many people gradually fall asleep under your gentle singing."

"Not to mention how amazing and beautiful your songs are, even if you don't sing, just as an ordinary person, you are full of shining points."

"You are filled with a sense of tranquility, peace, and warmth. No matter what happens, you have never complained or been angry."

"You are really, really kind. Even if you have never been treated kindly, you still treat everything gently."

"And, you…"

"… … … …"

Cheng Yudie was counting Wen He's advantages one by one, as if there were too many to say.

Listening to her, Wen He felt his nose a little sore, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Even he himself didn't understand that he still had these advantages.

More accurately…

He didn't think these were so-called "advantages."

In his eyes, many of the things Cheng Yudie said were just ordinary things.

Wen He, who had never received "affirmation" and "praise," began to instinctively question, reject, and even resist.

"I think a lot of the things you said are a bit far-fetched," Wen He said.

"For example?"

"Giving up a seat to an elderly person on the bus, throwing garbage that doesn't belong to you into the trash can, giving all your savings to a begging old man before you die, etc… Aren't these all very ordinary things that everyone can do?"

Wen He's remarks stunned Cheng Yudie, and then a gentle smile appeared on her face: "It's not that some people are born kind, especially when the environment they are in is already bad. It is most valuable to continue to release goodwill to the outside world without forgetting the original intention."

Wen He, upon hearing this, felt as if something deep in his heart had been touched.

He opened his mouth, his mind constantly thinking about how to refute this sentence, but he couldn't think of anything no matter what.

This…

Is this also considered an advantage?

This is Wen He's biggest doubt at the moment.

"Wen He… why are you unwilling to accept your excellence and radiance?"

"Isn't everything you do precisely illustrating that your gentleness has long been engraved in your bones, accommodating it in ordinary life without even realizing it?"

Seeing Wen He's appearance of wanting to refute, Cheng Yudie felt a pang of heartache.

In real life, many people are unwilling to admit that others are better than themselves.

But very few people, when facing the praise of others, constantly look for refutations about this praise.

It's as if they are not worthy of this praise at all.

This is the same as Wen He's subconscious doing good deeds to the same extent.

They are all operations that have been completed without even thinking.

Facing the praise and recognition of others.

Wen He's first reaction is always to question and find various ways to refute.

This is also one of the reasons why Wen He still didn't react when he became popular all over the Internet and everyone was praising him.

He attributed all the credit to the system. He never thought that these praises and popularity belonged to him.

Wen He had never thought that the system only gave him the voice to sing good songs.

But the choice of what kind of songs to sing all depends on himself.

Good songs will indeed become popular, but it's not something anyone can do to become a blogger with tens of millions of fans overnight with one song.

Only by singing with heart can you touch people's hearts, can you cause strong resonance, and can you create what he is today.

"Wen He, whether you are willing to admit it or not."

"At least, in my heart, you are as dazzling as the sun."

"Not only me, but in front of your millions of fans, you are the light that can dispel the darkness and bring them warmth."

"So, you have to work hard to live. You have to live for those who like you, not die for people who are not worth it."

"I know this is very difficult, after all, you yourself are in the dark and cannot save yourself."

"So, I did something that you might resent me for the rest of your life."

"I have collected enough evidence. I am going to sue your parents and your factory boss."

"I want to ruin your family and your job."

"I will do my best to send them to prison."

"I want to take back everything they took from you."