章 987: Love Comes Softly (15)

A tear emerged from the corner of Guoguo's eye. She would never forget how terrible Lu Bancheng had looked when he'd been sent to the hospital. He had looked almost dead. Neither would she forget how scared she had felt when the doctor had stated that the chance he could be saved had been slim. And she would never forget having seen and heard him calling out "Nuannuan" when he had been in a coma. From the moment he had opened his eyes, he had not cared that he might never walk again; his singular concern had been about her. "Is Nuannuan alright?" he had asked first when he'd come out of his coma.