When the Five Shadows blaze fiercely, the torment upon the heart is the most agonizing.

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In the DouShou conference room, Feng Teng was not the least bit annoyed by Ji Fanxing's suggestion to end the livestream. The fact that such an outstanding song as "Invisible Wings" was released on their DouShou livestream platform exhilarated him just thinking about it.

In the music industry of Longguo, there was an unwritten rule: the first platform on which a singer released a new song would gain the rights to use it. For example, some live versions from "King of All Singers" could only be downloaded through certain channels. Major platforms, eager to claim this benefit, would invest heavily in promotion, knowing that there was only one chance for a debut release. Naturally, singers in Longguo would strive to launch their songs on the biggest platforms.

Many of the established platforms had to pay extra just to secure a release. As for smaller platforms, lacking the capital to expand their market, their releases were essentially ineffective—unless absolutely necessary, no one would choose them.

But DouShou’s livestream platform had changed the game. If not for Ji Fanxing’s actions today, no one would have thought it possible! After all, which serious singer ever starts a livestream?

Caught off guard, Feng Teng felt as if a new world had opened before him!

He burst out laughing. He saw a brand-new path, and his resolve to reform the livestream rooms was strengthened.

“Promote ‘Invisible Wings’ across the entire platform! Make the download fee for the livestream version free!”

“But… we don’t have a channel for that?”

“No? Then create one!”

With the quality of "Invisible Wings," even if the music channel contained only this song, it would be a guaranteed success.

After finalizing the music channel, Feng Teng added, “Make Ji Fanxing’s account a priority. Whether she’s livestreaming or posting videos, push her with the highest traffic!”

He felt a twinge of regret; for this collaboration, they’d only tried things out, without directly contacting Ji Fanxing. Now, to build a close relationship with her in the future, he had to show sincerity.

“King of All Singers” would end in a week, wouldn’t it? He was determined to arrange a meeting with Ji Fanxing then to discuss future collaboration.

With this in mind, Feng Teng remembered how notoriously difficult she was to reach. Just in case, he told the marketing department:

“I heard ‘King of All Singers’ is planning a big surprise for the finals. This collaboration went well, and their boss said the investment can go ahead, provided that, at the end of the competition, we get a chance to meet Ji Fanxing alone.”

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On Robin Island, Ji Fanxing, unaware that her value had soared to the point where even a meeting would cost money, was working furiously at her computer.

She had once researched "Type I Destructive Syndrome" on Earth, dedicating sixty-five years to it, and only conquered the disease at the moment of her death. It was a terrifying, incurable illness, even worse than cancer, afflicting only children.

Its early symptoms were mild—a low fever—followed by weakness, then vomiting, and finally a rapid decline in immunity and shallow breathing. Usually, children succumbed to various complications. The symptoms seemed no more severe than a common cold or flu, and later resembled pneumonia. No one could have guessed that its true aim was to destroy the immune system completely in less than three days, making even the slightest disturbance fatal to a child.

Each year, around fifty thousand children worldwide died from this disease.

Such a rare and easily overlooked condition made it extremely difficult for her to gather data. Fortunately, with the help of her system, she had pinpointed the key ingredient for a cure. Not only did she successfully develop a specific medicine, but she also devised rapid diagnostic methods, treatment plans for each phase, and thorough post-recovery care protocols.

From nothing to everything, it was almost entirely her own perseverance that achieved this.

All the information was in Ji Fanxing’s mind, and she focused intently, typing it out word by word.

Before she knew it, dawn had arrived.

With the final period typed, Ji Fanxing had finished organizing the data. Using her advanced hacking skills, she anonymously published the information on the World Medical Organization’s platform.

"Type I Destructive Syndrome" was common among children, especially the youngest. Every day the research was delayed meant another child would die.

She did not know how long it would take for the world to accept her data, but she only wished to help the children of Planet W, if only in a small way.

Just like the song, she hoped this knowledge would become a pair of wings, helping children fly through despair and fulfill their dreams.

“Upload successful” appeared in bold letters on the screen. Ji Fanxing smiled in relief, finally collapsing and falling asleep on the floor.

Even she could not endure inputting several million words in one night.

Perhaps, as a "young person" who had lived for thousands of years, her body was strong enough to sleep at the drop of a hat.

In the hospital’s companion bed, Liu Ting opened her swollen eyes, her heart still wracked with pain.

She remembered her husband’s urging to give up treatment so their child would suffer less, and she did not know how to face her daughter Yangyang.

“Mama, you’re awake!”

Yangyang saw her mother wake up and playfully climbed onto her bed, imitating her usual manner and gently pinching her nose.

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“Mama is sleeping in today!”

Looking at her daughter, Liu Ting’s heart ached again. She forced herself not to cry, sat up, and said, “Yangyang, you’re amazing, waking Mama up. See, Mama’s up now.”

“Mama, I… I want to tell you something,” Yangyang hesitated.

Liu Ting patted her daughter’s head. “What is it?”

“Well… yesterday I said it wrong! My wings aren’t for flying to heaven—they’re for hope!”

With these words, Yangyang covered her face, shy, and ran away.

Five shadows burn fiercely, and the heart suffers most.

Her husband urged her to give up, yet her daughter dreamed of hope.

Liu Ting could no longer hold back, her mouth open in silent tears.

After a long while, she made up her mind, took out her phone, and dialed her husband Fang Cheng. As soon as the call connected, she spoke without waiting for him:

“Fang Cheng, I’ve decided—no matter what, I must keep fighting!”

But on the other end, Fang Cheng was not as she expected. He was excited and even a little jubilant:

“Tingting! There’s hope for Yangyang’s cure!”

“Wha… what?!” Liu Ting was in disbelief, using every ounce of strength to keep the phone from slipping.

“Someone published the treatment process and the formula for the specific medicine for ‘Type I Destructive Syndrome’ today! The key ingredient is pollen extract! The results have been recognized by all sides, and everyone is now starting experiments based on this. Yangyang can be saved!”

Invisible wings had finally carried everyone beyond despair.

On Robin Island, the young Ji Fanxing slept until sunset. She stiffly crawled up from the floor, looking as lifeless as a zombie.

“So hungry…” Ji Fanxing rubbed her stomach, struggled to loosen her stiff limbs, and staggered downstairs in search of food.

She had not even made it downstairs when she found a familiar yet unfamiliar figure sitting on the sofa.

“Ning Ze, why are you here?” Ji Fanxing asked in surprise.