I am Yueya, but I am willing to change his name to Gardenia, just because he only loves Gardenia. Such a cold and proud person likes those pure white and simple flowers. I think it can become his only favorite gardenia. So I kept catering to his footsteps. When he told me in a cold voice that I needed to be self-aware, the sour feeling left me at a loss what to do. Since then, we have been in different cities and different universities. Maybe he has forgotten it, but I am still obsessed with it. The deeper and deeper feelings accumulated made me almost perverted and wanted him to never forget me until his death. Later. I did it. But he cried helplessly and pitifully. .
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