"He would call out your name whenever he would slip into a coma… Nuannuan... Nuannuan... Over and over again..."
More tears began to flow out from the corners of Xu Wennuan's eyes. Guoguo paused and pulled out a tissue to pass to Xu Wennuan. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Please continue," Xu Wennuan replied after sniffling. She was so overwhelmed with grief that she was tongue-tied, and her voice quivered and sounded out of tune.
"Brother Bancheng had always enjoyed socializing and singing in the past. He also had liked meeting up with his many friends at restaurants and bars. But once he became paralyzed, he hardly went out unless it was especially important."
"He would wake up at 3:00 a.m. every morning and stare fixedly at his phone but he'd never touch it."
