No matter how fragrant the gardenia is, it may not be loved by people when it blooms in the north.
No matter how clear autumn is, it still looks bleak because of fallen leaves.
"In the autumn of that year, the gardenias really bloomed. Can't we watch them together?" He smiled and stubbornly refused to let tears fall.
"No matter how well the gardenias bloom, they will eventually fall. I don't want to experience separation, let alone see tears, especially from you." When he turned around, there was no longer a faint fragrance of gardenias, and everything he looked at was desolate.
●The article is a dual-perspective novel, using two persons to tell a story.
Intention: A love that is not accepted by the world