Xu Jiamu roomed with Father Song while Song Xiangsi stayed in the other room alone.
There was a white wall separating both rooms.
Song Xiangsi roused early the next morning, heading over to the other room. Father Song opened the door, but by then Xu Jiamu was no longer around.
Father Song's condition wasn't good. He was sluggish, and even the few meters to the door sent him panting.
Song Xiangsi held onto him, helping him to the sofa. Before she could speak, Father Song spoke. "
"Last night, my stomach wasn't feeling well and I had to go to the toilet countless times, and every time, he would carry me there. When I accidentally wet the bed in the middle of the night, he helped me change my clothes, clean me, and even gave up his bed for me to sleep while he guarded at the side. He even washed my soiled clothes..."
