The first time he saw her was during the season when the gardenias bloomed. He didn't like spring, but he did like gardenias.
Someone pushed him to go see the gardenias, and that's where he saw her.
For some people, simply meeting them is already a kind of fate. But that doesn't necessarily mean it's fate that leads to love.
He watched her for a while, then suddenly waved his hand and ordered someone to take her back, bathe her, feed her, and then bring her to his room.
Everyone stared at him in astonishment, but he was in an excellent mood. He strolled around for a bit, then went back.
Their ill-fated bond had only just begun. Nothing could ever start over from the beginning, so it was inevitable that some people would make you hate yourself for the rest of your life.
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Eh? Jiang Jiu, why does the narrator's perspective suddenly change from time to time? It's easy to make people dizzy. . .