The reborn Gardenia returned to her unreachable eighteen-year-old, back to those vigorous years. In that high school where summer cicadas chirped, she once again met that lonely but unruly boy. The boy's shirt exuded the smell of camphor, and the girl's clothes had the beauty of gardenia. Is it a collision of fate or a continuation of misfortune. Their story has just begun... Our story has also just begun.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
