Jiang Cheng can't drag his eyes away from Xichen's face, from looking at him, panicked by the reaction of his friend and the man he loves. He doesn't know what to do to fix this, but he shifts forward and reaches out all the same.

"Zewu-jun -- Sect Leader Lan, what -" he hesitates, eyes widening as little a-Yuan wanders over, carrying his nephew. He has the immediate instinct to reach over and drag Jin Ling onto his lap, but his hands are shaking too much to be of any use right now. All he can do is breathe shakily.

Is Uncle sick with flowers - Jiang Cheng stops breathing. His own throat feels too tight, agonised as he tries to swallow it all back, to smother himself. The notion that Lan Xichen is, too, in love with someone he can never have... The only name that comes to mind is the obvious, and Jiang Cheng has to turn away, almost throwing up his own set of bright blue flowers, tinged with white around the edges and red from his blood.

He can't help himself as he begins to cry.

"Young Master Lan, please - take a-Ling back to the rabbits -"