he must be sick. jiaoqiu doesn’t know what else it could possibly be.

he didn’t believe that even after all this time, he would’ve gotten over the passing of his first love, his first heartbreak—but then you came waltzing into his life a good hundred or so years later, and whether knowingly or unknowingly, you’ve practically enchanted him over the course of little more than a few interactions.

aeons, don’t you know what you do to him? what you still are doing to him?

he must be sick. and for once, the renowned healer doesn’t think that he has a cure for this particular ailment.

whenever you swing by, jiaoqiu sits you down and tells you to wait a moment while he prepares you something nice. it’s always a new dish every time, and always something that already has you hungry just by the smell of it coming from the kitchens. at first, you were a bit reluctant at his insistence that ‘you don’t need to pay me back right now, just do it later’. this had gone on and on until it became ‘you don’t need to pay me back’, full stop. he’s learned your favourite dishes, he reminds you to always eat enough and stay healthy.

jiaoqiu has become horribly, horrendously down bad for you. and if it hasn’t already been made immensely evident by his obvious favouritism towards you and the way he cooks special meals for you regularly, already preparing one that he knows you would like even before you turned up to say hi to him, half the xianzhou yaoqing swears that they’re going to go crazy.