Shen Wei nods. He'd only wanted to look at them, to spend a moment not wallowing in his own grief and misery and behold something beautiful, and now he can see his own sadness. "It began almost immediately," he confirms.

Malcolm is so much more knowledgeable than him on this subject, and Shen Wei stares at him. "Does the condition have a cure?" Or are they to wait on the flowers to release them?