The Years Are Gone, and the Gardenia Dream Grows Cold

During the Chinese New Year holiday, my best friend and I had planned a road trip together when the phone suddenly rang. "Ningning." Just those two words were enough for me to guess who it was. But we hadn't been in touch for seven years. I didn't understand why he was calling now. "What's up?" Hearing my answer, the person on the other end of the line suddenly became heavy-hearted, their voice urgent: "I'm back in Jiangcheng, can we meet?" "I have something very important to tell you in person." Something important? My fingers tightened around the phone. I didn't understand...