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

Luo Qianyu's voice cracked from shouting, her vocal cords were tearing at her throat, and the air was thick with the smell of blood.

She didn't even care about the blisters on her feet from the cement floor; she lunged forward like a madwoman.

step.

Two steps.

If I just go in a little bit more, I can grab his hand.

Xu Qing looked at her.

His eyes were somewhat unfocused.

In his eyes, this was nothing more than the last bit of mercy his cerebral cortex showed him before he died.

The girl who only existed in his memories finally agreed to lie to him one last time before he left.

It really is a very gentle illusion.

"Little fish."

Xu Qing opened her mouth, but her voice was broken by the wind.

"Stop fooling around."

"It's too cold over there, I can't bear to leave you alone."

Done.

His hand, which was gripping the railing, slowly loosened.

The body's center of gravity leans backward.

Without any hesitation.

Like a withered leaf, it voluntarily detached itself from the branch.

"No--!!!"

Luo Qianyu let out a piercing scream.

She threw herself against the railing.

He desperately reached forward with his right hand.

My fingertips touched the hem of that gray coat.

The rough fabric rubbed against her carefully manicured nails.

But it was only a touch.

That instant.

Gravity prevailed over attempts to keep them.

"Sizzle."

The fabric slipped off.

Luo Qianyu's hand grasped at empty air.

She watched helplessly as Xu Qing's figure rapidly shrank from her sight.

The man who always cherished her.

The man who stood up for her against the whole world.

At this moment, it is facing away from the sky, falling into endless darkness.

He was even smiling at her.

His lips moved slightly.

Judging from his lip movements, he said: I love you.

A wave of panic instantly overwhelmed Luo Qianyu's reason.

My mind went completely blank.

Followed by.

A dull thud came from downstairs.

"Bang!"

The sound wasn't loud.

But it struck Luo Qianyu's head like a heavy hammer.

The world went silent at that moment.

There was no sound of wind.

There was no sound of traffic.

Only the resounding impact that clearly signaled the end kept looping in my mind.

"ah--!"

Luo Qianyu knelt on the cement floor covered with gravel.

He gripped the rusty railing tightly with both hands.

It let out a mournful wail that sounded inhuman.

The sound was so tragic.

The security guards who had just caught up with him were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.

Luo Qianyu tried to get up.

He wanted to climb over the railing and jump.

But her body had completely lost control.

It's black in front of you.

He collapsed limply onto the rooftop.

The last second before consciousness faded.

She had only one thought in her mind.

I'd give you my life.

……

downstairs.

The square in front of the TV station.

The thousands of fans who had gathered here chanting "Go Xu Qing!" were now deathly silent.

Everyone kept their heads tilted back.

Mouth wide open.

His eyes were filled with terror.

Just a few seconds ago.

They witnessed the man who had just created a miracle on stage fall from a building dozens of stories high, like a bird with broken wings.

Although an inflatable mat had already been laid downstairs.

Although the firefighters did their best.

But that height...

That impact...

No one dared to think about the consequences.

Xu Qing did not land directly on the center of the inflatable cushion.

Because the wind was too strong.

His body bumped against the GG sign on the building's exterior wall, changing his trajectory.

It eventually crashed heavily onto the edge of the inflatable mat.

Then it rolled onto the hard ground.

blood.

It instantly stained the gray coat red.

The thin figure that always carried a guitar was now twisted into an odd angle.

Not moving at all.

"ah!!!"

A scream erupted from the crowd.

The scene was completely chaotic.

Some people were so frightened that they covered their eyes.

Some people took out their phones and started taking pictures like crazy.

Many more people, however, were running around aimlessly like headless flies.

Several cameras broadcasting live faithfully recorded this brutal scene.

In the live stream room.

The screen shook violently.

The comments section froze completely at that moment.

Followed by.

The server crashed.

It's not lagging.

It just goes to a black screen.

The surge in traffic, reaching hundreds of millions, overwhelmed the platform's data center.

Backstage control room.

The thermos in Wang Gang's hand fell to the ground and shattered.

He was completely unaware that the scalding tea had splashed onto his foot.

It’s over.

This time it's really over.

This is no longer a live broadcast mishap.

This is a murder case.

Moreover, it was a murder case that occurred right under the noses of tens of millions of people.

"Quick...call an ambulance!"

The assistant director's voice was trembling with tears.

"We called them a long time ago! The doctor is right outside!"

"Cut off the signal! Stop filming!"

"Cut my ass! The whole internet saw it!"

……

on the square.

The medical staff who had been waiting rushed forward.

"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"

Several doctors in white coats pushed through the crowd and knelt beside Xu Qing.

Check the pupils.

Checking for breath.

Feel for the carotid artery.

The attending physician's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He looked up and shook his head at the nurse next to him.

He is not breathing.

There was no heartbeat.

The pupils have begun to dilate.

"Defibrillator! Quickly!"

The doctor didn't want to give up.

Such a young life.

Just a moment ago, she was singing such a moving song on stage.

"Two hundred joules of charge! Get out of the way!"

"Bang!"

Xu Qing's body bounced up and then fell heavily back down.

The electrocardiogram monitor still showed a glaringly straight line.

"Again! Three hundred joules!"

The doctor's forehead was covered in sweat.

The surrounding fans were already in tears.

Some people knelt on the ground and prayed.

Someone is calling Xu Qing's name.

But the man kept his eyes closed.

His face was ashen, like an old newspaper.

Just as the doctor was about to announce the time of death.

The glass revolving doors of the television station building were violently smashed open.

"Don't touch him!!!"

This roar actually drowned out the noisy crowd.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

A woman with disheveled hair and tear-streaked face rushed out.

She was barefoot.

My feet were covered in blood.

That was from being cut by gravel and glass shards when I ran down the stairs.

The silk pajamas she was wearing were soaked with sweat and clung to her body.

They were in an extremely sorry state.

But the despair and madness that emanated from the very core of one's being was chilling.

Several security guards tried to stop her.

"Madam, they're trying to save her, you can't..."

"Get out of here!"

Luo Qianyu completely ignored the hands that tried to stop her.

She was like an enraged lioness, kicking and biting, forcefully carving a path through the wall of people.

She rushed to Xu Qing's side.

He knelt down with a thud.

His knee slammed heavily onto the concrete floor with a sharp crack.

She doesn't seem to feel any pain.

With trembling hands, he wanted to touch Xu Qing's face.

But then it stopped in mid-air.

My hands were covered in rust and dust from grabbing the railing earlier.

It's so dirty.

He's a germaphobe.

He loves cleanliness the most.

Luo Qianyu vigorously rubbed her hands on her expensive pajamas.

It made my skin red.

Then he carefully cupped that bloodless face in his hands.

"Xu Qing..."

"I'm Little Fish..."

"Open your eyes and look at me..."

"I'm not dead..."

"I'm really not dead..."