Yunfeng's vision was hazy as he slowly sat up, his head pounding. His limbs felt weak, but the first thing he noticed—the only thing that mattered—was Muchen.
Muchen sat there, his hands gripping the fabric of Yunfeng's shirt, his whole body trembling. Tears streamed silently down his face, his lips parted in a breathless, disbelieving whisper.
"You're alive…" Muchen's voice cracked, his eyes wide and shining with fresh tears. "You're alive…"
Before Yunfeng could react, Muchen lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around him. His grip was almost suffocating, his warm, desperate sobs muffled against Yunfeng's shoulder.
Yunfeng blinked, trying to ground himself, trying to process everything. His hands hesitated for only a second before he clutched Muchen just as tightly, his fingers digging into his back. His heartbeat was steady, real. His warmth surrounded Yunfeng, proving—proving that they were still here. Together.
"Muchen…" His voice was hoarse, weak.
