Chapter 205

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With a sudden whoosh, a strong west wind blew in. Vast swathes of maple leaves drifted through the air, and a rain of red descended. The streamer Brother Shiguang's figure appeared amid the maple leaves swirling across the sky.

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Slowly falling maple leaves are like longing

Why must we win him back before winter arrives

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Let love seep into the ground

All I want is for you to be by my side

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In the scene, that streamer Brother Shiguang simply stood with his head lowered, singing with deep emotion.

Moonlight poured down from above.

His face was in shadow; his expression could not be seen.

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In a certain rented room.

A poor young couple snuggled together under the covers.

The girl still had tear tracks at the corners of her eyes; they had just finished a fight.

Now they had made up again, and were watching Brother Shiguang's livestream together.

In the livestream, that streamer was singing.

The boy held the girl tightly. The girl, having just had the fight, was still upset and puffed up, wiping her eyes.

"No more crying. It's okay," the boy said.

"You're always like this! The moment my family comes up, you call me spineless — but I don't want to be that way either…" the girl said, still aggrieved.

"No more crying. No more crying. It's my fault." The boy held her.

"What does it have to do with me… what does it have to do with me…" the girl said, aggrieved. Listening to the song in the livestream, her tears never stopped.

"No more crying. I'll never do that again." The boy held her.

"I never thought to ask you for so much bride price. I knew perfectly well you had no money — how could I possibly pressure you like that? But every time you always scold me… wuu wuu wuu. I can't exactly cut ties with my parents, can I." the girl said, aggrieved.

"Okay. Baby. No more crying." The boy held her even tighter.

They were so afraid of losing each other forever on this late-autumn night.

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In a company in some big city.

A male white-collar worker was still working overtime.

Not long ago, his girlfriend had broken up with him.

He had been hoping she would go latch onto some middle-aged rich man so he could call her a gold-digger, and that way he could finally let himself off the hook.

But she didn't do that — she left the city instead.

After that, he had been pulling this kind of overtime for over half a month straight.

The boss was very pleased, and was preparing to promote him.

But only he knew why he was doing this.

His fingers clattered away on the keyboard.

His eyeballs were shot through with red veins.

Others could see his performance, but no one knew how utterly exhausted he was.

In the whole company, only his workstation still had its light on.

In the quiet air, only the sound of the keyboard remained.

His phone sat on a stand beside him.

That was the one livestream that could keep him company through the entire night.

Brother Shiguang's livestream.

This streamer had given him a sense of resonance, something to get him through the countless all-nighters ahead.

He thought tonight would be the same.

Until that streamer's singing rang in his ears.

His fingers finally stopped.

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I light a candle to warm the autumn at year's end

The aurora plunders the edge of the sky

The north wind sweeps past, bringing thoughts of your face

I burned love into falling leaves

Yet I cannot trade for that familiar face back

Slowly falling maple leaves are like longing

Why must we win him back before winter arrives

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At that moment, the entire company work area fell silent.

The clatter of the keyboard was gone.

That male white-collar worker stared at the livestream scene.

His hands suddenly began to trem violently, striking the keyboard.

His hands turned into fists, and he smashed the keyboard to pieces with them.

Then, like a helpless child, he opened his mouth wide and burst into tears.

Such a night.

Similar things were happening in many places across this land, to people watching Brother Shiguang's live stream while the host sang.

Some sat by their room windows, drinking wine in great gulps alone, listening to Brother Shiguang's songs.

Some snuggled with their lovers, listening to Brother Shiguang's songs, savoring that rare moment.

Some worked alone at their desks, with Brother Shiguang's live stream open, already sobbing uncontrollably.

And inside Brother Shiguang's live stream.

The viewers were not faring well either.

All the bullet comments had vanished.

Because being able to send bullet comments meant one still had reason.

Yet, in the live stream, at this midnight, with two million viewers.

Hearing such a song, they had long lost the reason to send bullet comments.

And what was most heartbreaking.

Was that on the clean live stream screen, not a single bullet comment appeared.

— Yet all the viewers understood why, upon hearing such a song, not a single bullet comment was sent.

This night.

No one who heard this song remained without tears in their eyes.

The happy are all alike.

The unhappy each have their own misfortunes.

And each person's different misfortune, at this moment, in the host Brother Shiguang's singing, converged into a river of sorrow, surging and unceasing...

Shark Official.

In Hearing Lan Ying's hand, she held a tissue.

From childhood to adulthood, her upbringing had been very strict.

She had never been in a relationship.

And if nothing unexpected occurred, her future marriage would also follow her father's arrangements, taking the path of a business alliance.