[Terminally ill patient "An" × Lilac tree flower spirit "Lei"]
The weather in May is neither hot nor dry, with clear blue sky, pure white clouds, and an occasional breeze.
Well, it can indeed be considered a very "clean" day.
An Mixiu sat on the hospital bed, looking out the window at the lilacs waiting to bloom, and listening to the chirping of a little sparrow that settled on a lilac branch.
"Probably, the lilacs will still bloom brilliantly this year... Right?" An Misiu murmured to himself, his eyes blurred.
Intention: If we can't continue to live together, then I will accompany you to face the ending of death... Right?