Mygo, you guys seem to be getting a bit heavy-hearted.

"I wouldn't say the band members were at odds... As for our relationship privately, I think it was pretty good. However, in the end, it was indeed my own decision to leave. It was my own problem that caused the band to stop operating, so I won't make any excuses. Perhaps you can understand it as... our time together coming to an end."

Choosing to focus on the less important matters and avoid the more difficult ones is a tactic he excels at.

Miao Meng couldn't help but smack her lips: "That's a real shame... So, do you have any plans to collaborate with the other members in the future?"

Yanming shook his head, unmoved, and said, "There won't be any more. They've officially announced that they've stopped activities, but I know in my heart that the band has actually disbanded."

"Are you the only one who thinks this way?"

"Yes."

"So, the other members of the band didn't know the reason behind it? Or even knew nothing about it at all?"

"Yes, the whole thing has nothing to do with them. If any viewers feel resentful about this, please don't hurt innocent people."

As if his hands were chained, Yanming sat calmly on the sofa, admitting to the crimes he had committed, one sentence at a time.

It was as if a ruthless criminal had reached the end of his rope, and his words were filled with a sense of relief.

However, to outsiders, this might be seen as his shamelessness.

After all, it's not exactly honorable for one person to break up a team, especially since Yanming brought it up in the open and told everyone about it.

"Is there some hidden story we don't know about?" This sentence wasn't written in Yanming's script; it was simply Miaomeng's attempt to fill in the gaps for Yanming from a fan's perspective.

Yanming's next words completely dispelled Miaomeng's idea.

"There is no hidden story. If there is, it is entirely my fault."

“…Like this.” Miao Meng quietly turned around, her back to the camera, and adjusted the mask on her face. When she turned back, there was a noticeable darker spot on the mask.

Seeing that Miaomeng seemed a little off, Yanming immediately spoke up to remind her and remedy the situation:

"There's no need to bring up those past topics. Let's talk about the younger bands instead, Ms. Amoris."

“…Okay.” Miao Meng pressed her palms against her eye sockets, mimicking adjusting her mask, and forced a smile. “Since we’re talking about juniors, the hottest topic right now is naturally…”

Fearing that she might make a mistake while emotionally unstable, Yanming picked up where Miaomeng left off: "Ave Mujica is a newly emerging and very strong team. I've been following them privately ever since their debut."

"Um……"

From the very beginning, Miaomeng's mood was visibly low.

Although she spoke harshly, the fact that she had actually stabbed her idol in the back made her truly understand what bitterness meant.

...The rest of the interview seemed to turn into Yanming's show. She was only responsible for asking questions, occasionally echoing Yanming's words, and occasionally throwing out a few questions...just like the interview videos she had done before.

But how can these be the same?

Despite the excruciating pain in her heart, she was powerless to do anything, not even alleviate it. She could only force herself to stay awake and listen to Yanming's insincere words.

Miaomeng knew very well what kind of person Yanming was.

His usual easygoing and calm demeanor is not a deliberate pretense, but rather his true self.

Because he always maintained a positive and dazzling appearance, everyone overlooked the fact that he was essentially the same as Su Shi, someone who considered himself unnecessary.

In Yanming's eyes, it was as if a single hair on their head was more important than himself... but he himself was completely oblivious to this, stubbornly doing things that only a chuunibyou would do, and was misunderstood and isolated by everyone.

But the reality is... neither benevolent nor thrilling.

Only one vicious villain desperately tried to leave something behind before he died.

"This emerging band, in my eyes..."

Lost in sadness, Miao Meng didn't realize that as their conversation progressed, Yan Ming's tone seemed to be weakening little by little, and his words were no longer as fluent as at the beginning. After finishing a sentence, he would often pause for a while... seemingly giving the person in front of the screen space to think, but in reality, he was about to run out of strength.

There was no room left for them to struggle.

Because even the margin was included in the initial plan and was incorporated as part of the general fuel mix.

Miao Meng curled her lips, and like a puppet, she delivered the last line of the script given to her by Yan Ming: "Thank you very much for your cooperation. In the future, Ave Mujica will continue to be active in the public eye as a band and strive to create better works."

Suppressing her emotions, Miaomeng stood up, turned off the recording equipment, and collapsed into the sofa, sobbing softly.

Adults shouldn't cry, but for some reason, even though she hadn't done anything or even said a few words, Miao Meng's spirits suddenly felt like she was performing a dozen concerts at the same time, and she became so tired... and her vision blurred.

It took her a long time to manage to compose herself, raise her head, and put on a playful expression, trying to say something to Yanming to lighten the mood...

"...Yanming...dear?"

After the recording ended, the young man remained sitting stiffly on the sofa, his head drooping. Countless scarlet blood bubbles gushed from the three holes in his mouth and nose, dripping onto the floor in a foul manner...

Her once pretty face had turned deathly pale from massive blood loss and lack of oxygen, but there was little panic in her dark pupils, as if she had expected it all along, her expression calm and composed.

"No...no..." Miao Meng felt her neck being choked, and she had difficulty breathing.

Her brain was unable to process what she was seeing properly for a moment.

why?

Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why?!

don't want……

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!”

Chapter 255 Admission

……

"It's a lie...it's a lie, it's a lie, it's a lie..."

In the hospital corridor, a purple-haired girl was curled up on the ground. Her once exquisite makeup was now ruined by tears, and her clothes were covered in bloodstains, as if she had been pulled out of a pool of blood.

The girl herself had no time to care about any of that; she just hugged her knees and sobbed. The pitiful scene drew glances from passersby, but no one dared to step forward to comfort her.

Many people saw the young woman bring the man to the hospital earlier. The unconscious young man didn't look like he would be alright at all. If they rushed forward to comfort him now, it would only have the opposite effect.

"Waaaaah... Why did it turn out like this..."

Despite crying so hard, Miao Meng didn't lose her composure. The moment she discovered Yan Ming had fainted, she called an ambulance and checked on him without touching his body.

But her mental state was already on the verge of collapse, and this shock pushed her to the brink of collapse as well.

If she were to hear that something had happened to Yanming at this moment, she might actually shut down due to her brain's protective mechanism.

...But she couldn't just collapse like that...Yanming was still inside, and the red light in the emergency room was still on...She didn't understand what that meant, but she knew someone had to take care of Yanming's situation after this...

"Please...aren't you supposed to be amazing...you have to wake up..."

Miaomeng didn't dare tell any of Xiangzi or the others.

She really didn't dare.

She couldn't imagine what Xiangzi and the others would do after learning the news.

She now deeply regrets not noticing Yanming's strange behavior sooner... and she also resents Yanming for keeping such a big thing from her...

"We're comrades...didn't you say that yourself...? Then wake up quickly..."

Even now, she still doesn't know what exactly is wrong with Yanming.

...But among the mess that Yanming had vomited, Miaomeng found a blood clot that looked like a small tree branch clump.

That could never be some small-scale incident...

Yanming... what's wrong with you...?

"Click."

A nurse came out of the emergency room: "Are the patient's family members here?"

Miao Meng hastily wiped away her tears and hurriedly stood up from the ground: "...I'm here, how is he?"

Three hours had passed since Yanming was taken in for emergency treatment. The nurse looked visibly tired. She rubbed her forehead and said regretfully, "I'm so sorry..."

It felt as if a thread had snapped in Miaomeng's mind, and the whole world before her eyes began to shake.

"His condition is not optimistic... His illness has dragged on for too long. Although he seems to have been taking a lot of medication to maintain his bodily functions, the lack of professional medical equipment for treatment has caused some of his lung functions to deteriorate to an irreversible degree. At least our hospital... can't do anything about it."

"And... even if he can regain consciousness through his own will, it's hard to say... he'll be able to live like before. Assuming the situation doesn't worsen further, even with continued conservative treatment, he probably won't have more than a year left."

"Less than a year..." Miao Meng was struck dumb.

Just over two weeks ago, that person was full of energy and joking around with her, but now he's telling her...

"...Doctor, I..."

"After temporarily halting the patient's deterioration, those of us involved in the emergency treatment had a brief discussion about his condition..."

The bad news didn't end there. From the nurse, Miaomeng learned Yanming's true condition: "No matter what treatment he receives, as long as he remains conscious, he will suffer excruciating pain every second that is unbearable for ordinary people... And this didn't just start today when he was brought in; it has been going on for quite some time now."

“Patients like this generally need a quiet place to settle down…you should understand.”

The meaning of this statement is already quite clear, but the hospital cannot say it explicitly because of its responsibilities.

"I……"

Miao Meng's hands and feet were ice-cold, and her lips trembled unconsciously, unable to utter a complete sentence.

She had no right to make that decision for Yanming... or rather, no one could, not even Xiangzi, who was closest to him.

Only Yanming himself can make the choice... but can he really... wake up again?

According to the nurse... that seems to be a very difficult thing...

Just then, a younger nurse pushed open the door to the emergency room, walked to the nurse's side, and whispered a few words in her ear.

"...Awake? How is that possible?"

Realizing her voice was a bit loud, the nurse immediately stopped speaking after saying that, glanced at Miaomeng, and sighed again.

"Family member, the patient has just regained consciousness and has shown a strong desire to see you... Please go to the rest area over there and wait. We will notify you shortly."

Miao Meng stumbled along in a daze, not knowing how she ended up sitting down.

The cold metal chair against her skin brought a slight sense of clarity to her mind, which was on the verge of collapse.

And with this clarity of mind, an even more unbearable torment and pain welled up within him.

...But even such pain, in the nurse's words, could it really compare to one percent of what Yanming had endured?

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Please come with us. Also, please try to remain calm during the conversation and avoid upsetting the patient."

“Okay…” Miao Meng nodded and followed behind the medical staff.

After walking through a corridor, she saw Yanming again in a room that was different from the usual wards.

His blood-stained clothes had been cut into pieces during the rescue, so he was now wearing a blue hospital gown. With his pale face and oxygen mask, he lay on the bed, looking as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

He was unable to speak, and due to excessive blood loss, only his hands still had some feeling.

Despite this outcome, there was still no sign of fear in their eyes. They even gestured to Miaomeng as she entered.

...If Miaomeng hadn't learned about Yanming's current suffering from the nurse beforehand, she probably would have been fooled by him again.

"Ah..." Miao Meng seemed to have forgotten the doctor's instructions. The moment she saw Yan Ming, tears streamed down her face and she couldn't stop them.

But she still desperately covered her mouth to prevent the shrill sound from escaping.

Chapter 256 There is no cure

"Yanming... honey, are you in a lot of pain right now?" Miaomeng couldn't help but ask, recalling what the nurse had just said.

Yanming's lips twitched slightly.

Does he look like he can answer questions?

Miaomeng quickly realized this as well, and immediately felt even more sad.

I witnessed Yanming's accident... and I even think that his current state is largely due to my actions.

Seeing the usually lively Miaomeng looking so disheveled and helpless because of him, Yanming couldn't show any expression on his face, but his heart clenched tightly.

He silently apologized in his heart, then manipulated his still-movable fingers to beckon upwards.

I hope Miaomeng understands what I mean.

...Damn it, my trachea and lungs still hurt so much, and I'm having a lot of trouble breathing. I might faint again at any time...I need to get things over with Miaomeng as soon as possible.

Miaomeng noticed Yanming's fingers, hesitated for a moment, and then gently took theirs.

"So cold..."