Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

On the television screen.

The song has entered its chorus.

That's the most emotionally intense part of the whole song.

"I'm slowly falling in love with you."

"Slowly becoming intimate."

"Take your time talking about yourself."

"To walk slowly with you."

These four "slowly"s are practically four tear gas bombs.

The situation is out of control.

The girl in the front row named Zhang Xiaohua had cried so much that her makeup was ruined, and two black tears hung on her face, making her look somewhat comical, but no one laughed at her.

Even Ke Min, who was on the judging panel, turned her back at this moment.

She rummaged through her bag for tissues.

As a famously sharp-tongued diva in the music industry, she has always been known for her impartiality and incorruptibility.

Even if the contestant is crying their heart out, she can still coldly point out the pitch problem.

But today.

She broke down.

This is not singing.

This is clearly a form of slow slicing.

In this era of rampant fast-food romance, in this era where even sleeping together doesn't guarantee a future.

Someone is singing "Slowly Falling in Love with You".

In the snow, where the temperature was below -10 degrees Celsius, someone promised a girl with a terminal illness that they would slowly walk together.

"I'll gradually want to cooperate with you."

"Give me to you slowly."

"I'm slowly falling in love with you."

"Slowly recalling the past."

Xu Qing on the stage had her eyes closed.

The last two lines of the lyrics are the greatest irony of that ending.

"I'll accompany you slowly, and grow old with you slowly."

"Because taking it slow is the best reason."

The song ended.

The guitar music stopped abruptly.

The video on the screen had just finished playing.

The image freezes on the young Xu Qing's bright, silly smile.

Then the screen went black.

Only that lonely figure in the center of the stage remained.

The entire room fell silent.

This time the silence lasted longer than the last song.

No one applauded.

Because everyone felt that applauding at this moment would be a desecration of this affection.

The only sounds were the sniffling of noses.

The comments section was already buzzing with excitement.

At this point, the live stream's viewership had exceeded 50 million.

The servers started lagging.

The screen was filled with white bullet comments, so dense they almost covered Xu Qing's face.

【Don't kill me with a small fish knife! This is too heartbreaking!】

I thought it was a sweet song, but it's all heartbreaking!

Why did such a good boy have to end up like this? God, you have no heart!

That girl's voice sounded so gentle. Why do good people always die young?

This song has to be a hit! I also want someone to slowly come to like me!

I miss my ex-boyfriend. Although he's not dead, he went to take the civil service exam, and I can't contact him anymore, it's like he's dead.

The person upstairs laughed so hard they stopped crying.

[The God of Pure Love! This is the God of Pure Love! If Xu Qing is eliminated, everyone here will bear the responsibility!]

on the stage.

Xu Qing slowly opened her eyes.

His eyes were red, but there were no tears.

The tears had all been shed in the past year.

He put his guitar back on his back and bowed deeply to the audience.

Ke Min finally finished touching up her makeup and turned around.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her once sharp aura had completely vanished.

She picked up the microphone, her voice still trembling slightly.

"Is this song... also an original work?"

Xu Qing nodded.

"Yes."

"Written three years ago."

Ke Min took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

"Both the lyrics and the music are top-notch."

"Especially the lyrics."

"In this superficial circle, everyone wants to meet today, get married tomorrow, and divorce the day after."

"The fact that you can write a phrase like 'slowly falling in love with you' shows that you are a traditional and affectionate person at heart."

Ke Min paused, looking at Xu Qing's pale face.

"If... I mean if."

"If she were still alive, she would be very happy to hear this song."

Xu Qing's fingers trembled slightly.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the judges' panel and looking at a point in the void.

It was as if a pair of eyes were watching him.

"She's heard of it."

Xu Qing said softly.

"She cried after recording the video that day."

She said the thing she regrets most in her life is that time flies by too fast.

She said she prefers a slower pace of love.

"Whether it's eating, taking a walk, or falling in love, take it slow."

"I promised her that no matter what happens in the future, I will grow old with her."

Xu Qing tugged at the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"pity."

"God is impatient."

"Time didn't give me a chance."

"I... also failed to keep my promise."

Upon hearing this, Ke Min's tears, which she had just wiped away, welled up again.

She clutched the tissue tightly, her voice choked with sobs, forcing her face away to wipe her tears. When she turned back, her eyes were red, yet she still maintained the composure of a judge.

That was the decisive blow.

Nothing is more despairing than "wanting to grow old with you but only being able to see your black and white photos."

Backstage.

Wang Gang was grinning from ear to ear as he watched the data soar on the monitor.

"Quick! Turn the camera on the judges!"

"Take a picture of Ke Min crying!"

"I've already thought of a title for this episode—'The Blood-Soaked Romance of Xu Qing, the God of Pure Love, Who Made the Sharp-Tongued Diva Cry!'"

"Absolutely a bestseller!"

The images on the big screen continued to scroll.

It's as if it's to confirm the details in the song "Slowly Falling in Love with You".

One photo after another popped up.

Those were fragments of their lives over the past three years.

The audience quickly noticed a strange commonality.

In all the photos, whenever that girl appears, she always hides herself completely.

His face has never been shown.

The image is frozen on a dimly lit photograph.

The background indicates that it's a movie theater.

The lighting was poor, and there was a lot of noise.

All you could see was two hands clasped together in the corner of the last row.

On the left is a large, well-defined hand holding a nearly empty glass of cola.

On the right is a small gloved hand carefully holding another cup.

The straws from the two cups didn't even touch.

Yet it exudes a sense of intimacy, a feeling of "depending on each other for survival".

"Wait! I think I've seen those lace gloves before! A certain top celebrity wore the same style at the airport years ago!!"

The moment that comment appeared, it was immediately drowned out by a dense barrage of crying face comments. However, the intern at the control room still managed to spot it, instinctively glancing at director Wang Gang and thinking to himself, "These gloves... how come they're exactly the same as the ones Luo Qianyu wore three years ago?"

Wang Gang was staring at the soaring ratings curve, grinning foolishly, completely oblivious to the intern's gaze. He waved his hand and yelled, "Keep showing the photos! Don't let the hype die down!"

Ke Min had calmed down a bit by this time.

She pointed to the big screen, her voice still a little hoarse.

"Is this a movie theater? Why are we sitting so far to the side? I see there are no seats in front of us."

Couples usually sit in the middle of the movie theater for a better view, or in the back row for more intimate moments.

But the two of them were sitting practically right up against the wall.

Xu Qing stared at the photo, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

"Because of the light."

He took the microphone and explained.

"I suspect it's something wrong with her eyes. I'm thinking of taking her for a checkup once she gets better."

"So every time we go to the movies, we buy seats in the very last row, in the corner."

"She even had to wear sunglasses to look at it."

A murmur of disapproval rippled through the audience.

This is too much suffering.

Wearing sunglasses and hiding in a corner to watch a movie, she must really want to be with her boyfriend.

"She always apologizes to me."

Xu Qing lowered her eyes.

She said that because of her, I couldn't even enjoy watching a complete movie.

"But I'm actually quite happy."

"Because only in that dark corner did she dare to take off her mask."

"When drinking cola, she would secretly take a bite of my popcorn, but she didn't dare let me find out, afraid that her breath would bother me."