As soon as the cup fell to the ground, Wey Xiong's eyes widened. The sudden noise startled him, but what shocked him more was the sight before him.....Fui Lon's eyes were filled with tears, his hands trembling. Wey Xiong immediately stood up and rushed to support him.
But Fui Lon wasn't seeing any of them.
All he could see were flashes of Mo Yan...his expressions, his gentle smile, the way he used to care for Yu Sui. Those images were tearing his heart apart, squeezing it like a soaked cloth being wrung dry. He couldn't hear Wey Xiong or the others calling his name, shaking him, trying to bring him back. His heart… it was ready to leap out of his chest and run after Mo Yan.
But Mo Yan wasn't there.
Slowly, Fui Lon's vision began to blur, though Mo Yan's face remained vivid.....his soft laugh, his tender care for Yu Sui. Fui Lon's eyes couldn't see anything beyond that. They slowly started to close, even as his friends and family desperately tried to wake him. But his ears had made a silent vow....if they were to hear any voice, it would be Mo Yan's.
And finally… he collapsed, right there on the table.
Panic erupted in the market.....someone had fainted!
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Some time later...
At Fui Lon's home, he now lay unconscious on his bed, still lost...perhaps trapped...in the memories of Mo Yan. Wey Xiong and the others sat around him, anxious and silent. What happened today had happened many times before. He would faint at the mere sight of the color white. That's why not a single object in their home was white.
Lady Guso Hun clutched her chest and sobbed bitterly. She still didn't understand what exactly kept happening to Fui Lon, why he would fall apart like this. But there were two people who knew... Joye and Shu Bi Suan. They stood silently outside the room, unable to gather the courage to step in.
What would they even say?
What would they even see?
Yu Sui… completely shattered.
Poor Yu Sui, who every day battled his own heart to save Mo Yan's memory...clinging to whatever was left.
The two broken souls quietly returned to their own room. There, Joye finally broke down in tears.
"What can I even do?" she whispered. "How do I help my King?"
Her hands were whole… yet she felt helpless. Useless.
Wuzu and Lao Duan.....both deeply indebted to Yu Sui.....felt no better. They considered going straight to Wang Gung and telling him the truth: that Fui Lon was Yu Sui reborn.
But then what?
They didn't even know if Su Tao Jue still existed.
So in the end, they were left with nothing but grief. Crying was all they could do.....to lighten the weight on their hearts… because hope was nowhere in sight.