Jiaoqiu clutched his chest, coughing up flower petals as he watched you smile with another from afar.

Love...was a strange thing. Feeling your heart long-no, obsess for someone that you could never have. Spending all those countless nights drowning in tears, wishing that you never fell in love...Until finally, the memory of all those unsent flowers strangles your heart in a death grip, leading to your own demise.

Hanahaki disease...Even he, the praised doctor of the Yaoqing did not have a cure.

Although...he doubted that he would save himself even if he did miraculously manage to find one. Afterall, he would rather drown in this sea of petals than to see your affections directed at another--He loved you far too much for that.

Perhaps...this disease was a gift in disguise.

Perhaps this was...mercy