Chu Xiyue's eyes widened, and she couldn't help feeling a little sympathy for Ding Songwen.
Fang Lingrong choked back a sob, lowered her head, and began to cry softly.
The livestream viewers were also stunned by the news:
[How could this be? Ding Songwen is only in his early forties. He's so young—how could he have been diagnosed with stomach cancer?]
[I had a relative who died of stomach cancer. Late-stage stomach cancer means surgery is no longer an option. If things go well, they can live for two years. If the condition is worse, they only have half a year left.]
[This is too sudden. How could heaven treat him like this? What did he do wrong?]
"Sorry, we didn't mean to hide it. The doctor said his physical condition was still suitable for filming a variety show," Fang Lingrong said. After crying for quite a while, she finally managed to stop. Choking back tears, she asked Chu Xiyue, "I want to ask Miss Chu for a favor. After filming ends, could you give me the original footage? So that I... I can have something to remember him by in the future..."
As she spoke, Fang Lingrong couldn't stop herself from crying again.
Chu Xiyue looked moved. Her husband had less than two years left to live; as his wife, Fang Lingrong truly didn't know how to accept it. Keeping the original footage from the show meant that, after her husband was gone, she could still remember him through the videos.
Just as Chu Xiyue was about to nod in agreement, the system clicked its tongue twice. [What a fine performance—crocodile tears!]
Chu Xiyue:?
The little sympathy she had felt vanished. She glanced at Fang Lingrong, who was immersed in grief and unable to pull herself out of it,