"I believe you're still here, You've never truly left. My love, like an angel, watches over you..."
The girl on the other end of the phone finally broke down.
Tears streamed down her face.
"A Feng, is that you?"
She was hallucinating.
He seemed to be standing right in front of her, wearing that familiar, warm smile.
His mouth moved in sync with the lyrics.
"Did you sing this song for me? It's so beautiful. I love it so much."
Her vision blurred with tears, yet a faint smile curved her lips—a smile she hadn't worn in ages.
She missed him terribly.
Hearing her words, Shen Lang, Zhao Xue, and Zhang Zhong felt their anxiety ease slightly.
But they couldn't let their guard down.
Angel's Wings was a two-part song with an ABAB structure.
Soon, the ABA verses finished, leaving only the final chorus.
Shen Lang poured his heart into the song, desperate to win her back.
Meanwhile, the others prayed fervently that Wu Zhoutong would return with good news.
"If life ends here, And I'm no longer with you, I'll find an angel to love you in my stead. I'll find an angel to love you in my stead!"
Shen Lang's singing was utterly breathtaking.
His unique voice, like a beam of warm sunlight, combined with his explosive delivery to strike straight at the heart.
The haze of gloom deep within the young woman's heart had long since melted away.
In that moment, as his song filled the air, he transformed into an angel before her eyes, embracing her tightly in his arms.
The song spoke of the realization that comes when you love someone you can't be with—that life holds moments of helplessness, of powerlessness.
This feeling of "longing without seeing, pain without forgetting" was unbearable.
It was born of deep love and reluctance to let go, of heartache from longing, of agony from clinging to hope...
But my love for you will transform into an angel to protect you.
The song ended.
The young woman no longer wept.
She wiped away her tears.
Wearing her most beautiful smile, she gazed through the window at the night sky.
Letting go or holding on—it all came down to a single thought.
"Young woman, shall I sing you another song?" Shen Lang asked, unaware of the situation on the other end of the line. He was simply trying to stall for time.
Just then, Wu Zhoutong returned, holding a mobile phone. He showed Shen Lang the lit display screen, which showed him still on the line with the police.
Zhang Zhong immediately pressed the mute button.
"We only know she's in Jinmen Tianjin, but we don't have her exact location yet," Shen Lang reported.
"How's the girl's emotional state?" the police officer on speakerphone asked.
"She seems to be..." Shen Lang began, but the girl interrupted. "Thank you for the song. It was beautiful and made me feel much better. I won't do anything foolish again. I'll live properly."
Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"You're welcome. By the way, we haven't introduced ourselves yet. I'm Shen Lang, an assistant at Yanjing Music Radio."
"I'm Qin Jiajia, the shop manager of Jinmen Jiafeng Flower Shop. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Jinmen Jiafeng Flower Shop, right? Do you like the song? If you do, I'll send you a cassette tape once I finish recording it."
"I love it! But wouldn't that be too much trouble?"
"Not at all. No one ever listens to my songs anyway. I'm just happy you like it."
"I don't even know the name of the song yet."
"It's called 'Angel's Wings.'"
"Thank you, Shen Lang."
"We're friends now, right? No need to be polite between friends."
"Yes, we're friends. Goodbye, I won't disturb your work any longer."
Hearing the "beep beep beep" of the disconnected call, Shen Lang felt a wave of relief wash over him.
Meanwhile, good news came from the police: "We've located Shen Jiajia's residence. My colleagues are on their way."
A happy ending for everyone.
Wu Zhoutong led the applause, followed by Zhao Xue and Zhang Zhong, showering Shen Lang with praise.
Not only had he healed his heartbreak through song, but he had also cleverly extracted Qin Jiajia's address during the conversation.
How could one word like "amazing" possibly suffice?
After a brief pause to compose himself, Shen Lang threw himself back into work.
The show wasn't over yet.
Moments later, a second call came through.
"Hello, is this me? Is it really me? I just heard 'Angel's Wings' and was so moved that I impulsively dialed your hotline number. I can't believe I actually got through!" an excited voice exclaimed.
"Yes, sir, it's you. What would you like to share with us?" Wu Zhoutong asked with a smile.
"Nothing much. I just want to hear 'Angel's Wings' again. Is that possible?" the man requested.
"Of course, you're free to request any song you like." Wu Zhoutong also wanted to hear it again; he'd missed it earlier when he stepped out. But since it was work hours and someone was offering to help, he wasn't about to refuse.
"Great! Thank you so much!" The man was overjoyed.
And so, Shen Lang sang the song once more.
It was beautiful, a different style from "Lonely Sandbank Cold," but equally captivating.
Wu Zhoutong's gamble had paid off.
The show was saved!
Meanwhile, four girls in their dormitory at Yangcheng University were sobbing into their bedding quilts.
"Waaah~ The lyrics are so touching!"
"Yanzi, are you missing your first love guy?"
"Hmph, I don't miss him at all. He didn't say a word to me after we broke up. I'm just moved by Qin Jiajia's story."
"I want to hear it again!"
"Qingqing, where's your phone card? Quick, call the show's hotline and request the song!"
"Oh no! I completely forgot about that!"
That evening, the hotline at Yanjing Music Radio was flooded with calls once again.
An hour could feel both fleeting and endless, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
As the show concluded, Wu Zhoutong couldn't contain his curiosity while packing up. He turned to Shen Lang and asked, "Xiao Shen, did you write that song on the spot, inspired by Qin Jiajia's story?"
Shen Lang initially wanted to deny it, but then realized this was a perfect explanation for his impromptu performance. He decided to embellish the truth. "The melody was something I'd composed earlier, but I never wrote lyrics for it. When I realized playing 'The Days We Spent Together' might worsen Qin Jiajia's suicidal thoughts, and I couldn't find a suitable replacement, I panicked and just sang whatever came to mind."
Wu Zhoutong exclaimed in astonishment, "Genius! A musical genius! You're destined for stardom—massive stardom! I guarantee it!"
Having long aspired to a career in music, Wu Zhoutong possessed a keen understanding of the entertainment industry and the Chinese music scene.
Judging by the two songs, "Lonely Sandbank Cold" and "Angel's Wings," Shen Lang's musical talent was above average.
While he might not quite reach the level of "Song of the Year," securing a spot in the Top 100, or even the Top 10, of the year's best songs seemed well within his reach.
Zhao Xue was astonished. "Xiao Shen, the fastest songwriter I've ever heard of took ten minutes. You did it in less than five!"
Zhang Zhong added, "And you were writing and singing while rescuing people! That's a triple challenge!"
Their admiration transcended age in that moment.
Unintentionally, Shen Lang had established a "Musical Genius" persona.
Given his transmigrator's "cheat hack," this wasn't entirely unwarranted.
Yet Shen Lang remained humble. "It was just a lucky coincidence. I usually write songs very slowly—sometimes it takes me ten days or half a month to squeeze out a few words."
Wu Zhoutong, in high spirits, declared, "Tonight's incident will give our show a huge boost in popularity. And with Xiao Shen on board, our ratings will skyrocket! Let's go celebrate with a midnight snack—my treat!"
Zhao Xue and Zhang Zhong cheered, "Brother Wu is mighty! Xiao Shen is awesome!"