Wen Zhi never considers herself lucky.
When she was young, her parents used vicious and ugly words to curse each other all day long. Home was never her safe haven.
In adolescence, she was isolated from the passionate and restless girls, and watched the passionate and extraordinary youth of others as a bystander.
She thought that life would always be like this, that she would always huddle in the corner of the world, like a gardenia without fragrance, boring and tasteless, and people passing by would not stop for her. She also longed to swim into the endless sea, but all she could do was wipe away the continuous tears on her cheeks.
Until Chi Wangshu stopped for her, smiling eyes, gently folded the gardenia, and held it in his hands.
She thought she would wither, but found that the other party just wanted to keep the fragrance and hide it in his sleeve.
God was finally kind for a moment, adding a touch of light to her destiny and adding a touch of moonlight that belonged only to her to her world.
The gardenia is still standing alone on the branch, but there is a belated butterfly, staying silently and never leaving again.
Intention: "Look at my past and admire the spring with me"
