The first time I saw her was during the gardenia season. He doesn't like spring, but he likes gardenias.
He was pushed to see the gardenia and saw her there.
Meeting some people is already a kind of fate, but it is not necessarily the fate of love.
He looked at her for a while, then suddenly waved his hand and asked someone to take her back, give her a bath, feed her, and then send her to his room.
Everyone looked at him in surprise, but he was in a good mood, walked around casually and then went back.
Their fate has just begun. It is impossible to start everything over again, so it is destined that for some people, you will hate yourself for the rest of your life because of them.
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