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

This is a very strange song.

Although it's called "Farewell Letter," the rhythm is as cheerful as if you're at a market.

The Steinway nine-foot grand piano, worth over two million yuan, produced a clear and bright sound that reverberated throughout the intensive care unit.

Luo Qianyu sat on the piano stool, with a large empty space next to her.

Her hand hovered in mid-air, as if stroking someone's back, then suddenly fell, slamming haphazardly onto the bass keys.

"collapse--"

A dull thud completely ruined the originally smooth melody.

Luo Qianyu shrank her neck, like a primary school student who had done something wrong, and timidly glanced at the air beside her.

In her eyes, Xu Qing was wearing that blood-stained shirt, and was removing his hands from the piano keys with a look of disgust.

"Wrong again, wrong again!"

Xu Qing's voice exploded in her mind, carrying that familiar, impatient tone.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot!"

Luo Qianyu burst out laughing.

She turned her head and made a face at the air: "You're the stupid one. You wrote this score, it's too difficult."

"Difficult?" Xu Qing raised an eyebrow and flicked her forehead. "It's because you're clumsy, your hands are like chicken claws. Don't say I taught you, it's embarrassing."

Luo Qianyu covered her forehead; although she couldn't feel anything there, it still hurt.

That kind of pampered pain.

"You grumpy devil," Luo Qianyu muttered, putting her hands back on the piano keys. "Let's try again. This time I'm sure I can keep up."

The music started again.

This time, Luo Qianyu didn't talk nonsense.

She simply sat quietly, her fingers hovering in the air, in sync with the melody that only she could hear.

This was a silent four-handed piano duet.

Outside the window, Luo Tianxiong watched this scene, the two walnuts in his hand already crushed into powder.

The once ruthless and decisive tycoon in the business world now has a hunched back and looks as if he has aged ten years in an instant.

He watched his daughter giggle at thin air, act coquettishly towards thin air, and get scolded by thin air.

That kind of happiness felt so real.

It's so real it's despair-inducing.

The song ended.

Luo Qianyu clapped her hands excitedly: "That was great! Xu Qing, you're amazing!"

Xu Qing in the air did not laugh.

He turned around, looked at Luo Qianyu's hands, which were red from clapping, and frowned.

"A pianist's hands are for playing the piano, not for clapping."

Xu Qing took her hand and gently blew on it.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Luo Qianyu shook her head, her eyes sparkling. "Will you come again tomorrow? I want to hear you play 'Fingerprint'."

Xu Qing didn't say anything.

He released Luo Qianyu's hand, stood up, and walked to the window.

It was already completely dark outside.

The neon lights of the coastal city stretch out like a sea, yet they cannot illuminate this white room.

"Silly little fish."

Xu Qing's voice suddenly became very soft, as if it were drifting from a very far place.

Forget about me.

Luo Qianyu's smile froze.

She stood up abruptly, the stool scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

"What did you say?"

"I said, forget about me." Xu Qing had his back to her, his shoulders slumped slightly. "This place isn't fun, I don't belong here, and you shouldn't keep looking at me."

"I don't!"

Luo Qianyu rushed over, wanting to hug him from behind.

But her hand passed through his body and embraced a ball of cold air.

That sense of emptiness made her uneasy.

"Everyone says you're dead..." Luo Qianyu's voice trembled, tears streaming down her face. "My dad said you're dead, the doctor said you're dead, and the news said you're dead too."

She looked at her hands; her fingers were empty.

"But I can clearly see you."

"Xu Qing, tell me, they're all lying to me, right?"

"You're right here. You'd call me an idiot, you'd complain about how bad I play the piano. How could you possibly be dead?"

Xu Qing turned around.

His body began to become somewhat transparent, like an old television screen with a poor signal.

"Little fish, be a good boy."

Xu Qing pointed to the group of people in white coats at the door.

"Let them treat your illness."

"I won't get treatment!" Luo Qianyu shrieked, grabbing a vase from the table and smashing it against the doorway. "I'm not sick! I can see you, so I'm not sick! I'll kill anyone who dares to come near!"

Several foreign experts were so frightened that they stepped back.

Luo Tianxiong rushed in with red eyes, ignoring the broken porcelain on the ground, and hugged his frantic daughter.

"Shānyu! Don't do this! Daddy's here!"

"Get away!" Luo Qianyu struggled desperately, her fingernails scratching bloody marks on Luo Tianxiong's arm. "You want to harm him too! You all want him to disappear!"

The nurse rushed in with a sedative.

Luo Qianyu stared at the sharp needle, her fear reaching its peak.

She turned around abruptly and looked at Xu Qing by the window.

"Help me..."

"Xu Qing, save me..."

Xu Qing stood there, without moving.

He simply looked at her tenderly and then nodded gently.

"Go to sleep."

"You'll feel better once you wake up."

Luo Qianyu was stunned.

She didn't expect Xu Qing to ask her to give her an injection.

In that moment of distraction, the needle pierced her arm.

The cold liquid was pushed into the blood vessels.

Luo Qianyu's strength rapidly dissipated.

She slumped into Luo Tianxiong's arms, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Vision is blurred.

She saw Xu Qing's figure gradually fading away.

Starting from the feet, they slowly disappeared into the air.

"Don't go..."

Luo Qianyu reached out her hand, trying to grasp the last bit of shadow.

"You said you wouldn't abandon me..."

"fraud……"

Xu Qing gave her one last look.

The playfulness and teasing from before were gone from his eyes; only endless sorrow remained.

As Luo Qianyu closed her eyes completely, that figure also vanished completely.

The ward fell silent.

Only the regular ticking of the electrocardiogram monitor remained.

The old man who had won the Nobel Prize wiped his sweat and came over to examine Luo Qianyu's pupils.

"Mr. Luo, this is the first step."

"The medication blocks her dopamine release and suppresses hallucinations."

"When she wakes up, she won't be able to see that person who didn't exist."

Looking at his sleeping daughter, Luo Tianxiong couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

"As long as she gets better..."

"As long as she can live..."

……

late at night.

Three o'clock in the morning.

The hospital corridor was dimly lit.

The nurse on duty was dozing off on the table.

The bodyguards stood guard at the door, but they were inevitably getting tired.

In the ward.

Luo Qianyu opened her eyes.

Her eyes were clear, without a trace of the drowsiness of someone who had just woken up.

The medication has worn off.

Or rather, this medicine is completely useless for people who have lost all hope.

She sat up and looked around.

It's empty.

The figure in the gray shirt was nowhere to be seen.

There was no sound of someone calling her an idiot.

It really healed.

Those experts weren't lying; that medicine really works.

The world is finally peaceful.

And finally, all was silent.

Luo Qianyu got out of bed barefoot.

The floor was cold, but she couldn't feel it.

She walked up to the Steinway piano and gently stroked the keys with her fingers.

No sound.

Because Xu Qing is gone, this zither is dead too.

Luo Qianyu walked to the window.

This is the seventeenth floor.

To prevent accidents to patients, the windows were welded shut, leaving only a small gap for ventilation.

It also has a specially made safety lock.

Luo Qianyu slid a stainless steel spoon that she had secretly hidden during meals over the past few days out of her sleeve.

She sharpened the spoon handle to a very fine point.

She lingered in bed for two whole days.

"Click."

The spoon handle was inserted into the keyhole.

Luo Qianyu's hands were very steady.

She started out acting in action movies, and she learned skills like unlocking locks for filming.

She couldn't open those complicated electronic locks, but these old-fashioned mechanical locks were no problem for her.

"Click".

A soft sound.

The lock is open.

Luo Qianyu pushed open the window.

A biting night wind rushed in, ruffling her long hair.

The hospital gown he was wearing fluttered loudly in the wind.

The night view of Binhai City is so beautiful.

Bustling with traffic and dazzling lights.

Unfortunately, without that person, even the most prosperous world is nothing but ruins.

Luo Qianyu climbed onto the windowsill.

Both legs are dangling in the air.

The wind was very strong on the seventeenth floor, so strong that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Just then.

Suddenly, a tearful voice called out from behind.

"Little fish!"