Gardenia Blooms

I always thought that my life was an endless ashes of grass and trees. Until I met you again, I felt the throbbing of dead trees turning into spring. But until I die, I can only make you think that I am a good or bad person. I have never regretted loving you, I just regret not being able to tell you seriously, and regret not being more bold. If there is an afterlife, I hope I can recite the oath with you. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.