Where the flower blooms, it wilts when not watered. And where love blooms, it takes you with it when not reciprocated. . . . It all started when Xiao received a call from an unknown number in the middle of the night, surrounded by the bloody petals that came from his very own heart. "You're dead, you're dead, but why can I hear you?" *** A Xiaoven angst fic. Completed on AO3. Updates here every week.
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