He was the ruler of a vast empire, yet fate led him to cross paths with you—the mad boy on the hill of sunflowers. A childhood accident had left your mind fractured, and every day, you sat on that hill, bathed in sunlight, as if yearning for something you couldn't name. That purity, that untainted innocence, drew him in and quietly stole his heart.

As time passed, the two of you grew closer with each encounter. But one day, when he arrived at your hill as he always did, he found your face ashen, a stark contrast to the lively soul he had come to know.

“Little sunflower, what’s happened to you?”