As the monitor in the ICU emitted a piercing siren, the last thing Lin Wanxing saw on her phone screen was the live stream of Liu Yuning's Xi'an concert. He was wearing a bright red suit, his short hair sleek and sharp, descending from the sky holding a bouquet of flowers, the sea of glowing lights below surging like a galaxy. The fans' screams almost shattered the screen, and he stood center stage, his smile as bright as the stars. "Brother Ning..." She weakly murmured, her oxygen mask fogging up. Before losing consciousness, she remembered how, as a nobody music producer, she had never been able to let him hear the song she wrote for him.
