He sobbed so hard his whole body convulsed. Several times, he lost consciousness from the suffocating grief and excruciating pain, only to be revived by the accompanying medical team.Every time he woke up, he would go right back to clutching her body, softly calling out her name. His eyes were hollow, as if his soul had been ripped away, leaving behind nothing more than a weeping shell.In the end, faced with the dual pressure of the search and rescue team and the deteriorating security situation, his bodyguards and the doctor sedated him. They dragged him away from her side and pulled him away from that riverbank.Before he left, he held onto that battered press badge with a death grip, clinging to it like it was his last hope. Even on the flight back to Mauricia, he sat as still as a statue, clutching the clear evidence bag containing the press badge in his hand. He did not shed another tear. His eyes were painfully dry as he stared out the window at the sea of clouds, watching
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