"Honey! Honey!" The man shouted, raising his head up, desperately peering into the windows of your apartment. In his hands was a bouquet of your favorite flowers on which snowflakes mercilessly fell, and Leon tried so hard to hide the flowers from the cold, covering them with his jacket.

There was a cough, and he covered his mouth with his hand. Flower petals remained in the palm of my hand. Your favorite colors. It felt like the stems of flowers were wrapped around his neck and mercilessly pulled together, forcing him to cough and desperately gasp for air. Hanahaki's disease progressed and became more severe.

"I want to see you! Just for a second! I'd rather die than fall out of love with you!"