Mu Yunchen went suddenly, completely limp.
Not unconscious.
Just, broken.
The fight went out of him all at once, and the guards lowered him carefully, Li Feng going down with him, and Mu Yunchen didn't resist, didn't fight, just folded onto the rocks like something that had forgotten how to stand.
He curled into himself, his knees drawing up to his chest, his arms wrapping around them.
And then, finally, he started to cry.
Not the silent tears from before.
But full, body-wracking sobs that seemed to tear themselves from somewhere deep inside him, somewhere primal and raw and utterly devastated.
He cried like a child.
Like a man who had just lost everything.
Like someone whose entire world had just been ripped away and who had no idea how to exist in what remained.
"She was mine," he gasped between sobs. "She was mine and I was hers and we were supposed to... we were going to...."
He couldn't finish. He was a man crying bitterly.
