AWB Chapter 154 Illuminating the Light of Life
Chapter 154 Illuminating the Light of Life
On the eve of the Spring Festival, the hospital ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant and a somber atmosphere, as 8-year-old Yao Yao was bravely fighting against cancer.
She was always optimistic and cheerful, and actively cooperated with every treatment the doctor gave her. However, her family's finances were already stretched thin, and the matching bone marrow that could save her life had yet to appear.
Looking at his daughter's increasingly thin face, Yao Yao's father was filled with helplessness and heartache.
He knew his child didn't have much time left, and he could no longer afford the subsequent treatment costs. The festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival grew stronger, but the father and daughter were plunged into an abyss of despair.
Yao Yao's father decided to discharge her from the hospital after the Chinese New Year so that she could spend her last days at home.
Yao Yao especially likes Luo Li. She is lively, interesting, and full of positive energy, and is loved by fans.
Whenever Yao Yao felt hopeless amidst the pain of treatment, she liked to listen to the songs composed by Luo Li, as if all her pain was lessened considerably. Luo Li was like a ray of light, illuminating Yao Yao's dark world.
To fulfill his daughter's last wish, Yao Yao's father decided to apply for a live stream connection with Luo Li.
He wrote Yao Yao's story in the live broadcast room, and every word was filled with a father's heartache and helplessness.
He wrote: "My daughter Yaoyao is only eight years old and is suffering from cancer. She has always been very strong and optimistic, and actively cooperates with the doctors' treatment. She especially likes you and is always very happy when she watches your live broadcasts. I know this may be her last wish, and I hope you can connect with her and make her a little happier in her final days."
This message quickly attracted the attention of netizens. Everyone was moved by Yao Yao's story and began to help share it, hoping that Luo Li would see the father's request.
After singing "The Most Beautiful Expectation," Luo Li habitually checked the comments and private messages from her fans.
As she watched, Luo Li's eyes welled up with tears. She was moved by Yao Yao's strength and optimism, and felt heartbroken for the father's helplessness and pain. She decided to contact Yao Yao's father immediately to fulfill Yao Yao's wish.
Luo Li dialed the connection request, and soon Yao Yao's father's face appeared on the screen.
His eyes were filled with exhaustion and anticipation, and his voice trembled slightly: "Hello, Luo Li, thank you so much for connecting with me."
Luo Li said gently, "Uncle, you're welcome. I was really touched by Yao Yao's story. How is Yao Yao now?"
Yao Yao's father sighed and said, "She is very weak right now, but she is especially happy to be able to connect with you."
As he spoke, Yao Yao's father turned the camera to Yao Yao on the hospital bed. When Yao Yao saw Luo Li appear on the screen, a bright smile appeared on her face. She tried her best to raise her hand and greeted Luo Li: "Sister Luo Li, hello! I like you so much."
Looking at Yao Yao's frail figure, Luo Li felt a pang of pain in her heart. She forced back her tears and smiled, replying, "Yao Yao, you're so cute! I like you too. You must keep going! When you get better, we'll play together. I sang a song for the older kids in front of me, so how about I sing one for Yao Yao too?"
"Okay! Thank you, Sister Luo Li!" Yao Yao's eyebrows curved, and the corners of her mouth turned up high, revealing a set of white, glutinous teeth. Her smile was like the warm spring sun, dispelling the gloom around her.
Looking at Yao Yao's radiant smile, as bright as a blooming spring flower, Luo Li couldn't help but be infected by it, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a gentle smile.
She walked quietly to the side, picked up the natural wood guitar, sat down, and gently placed her slender fingers on the strings, adjusting her posture.
Then, her fingertips danced nimbly across the strings, and crisp, melodious notes flowed from the guitar like a babbling brook, echoing throughout the room.