I gave him the first bouquet of gardenias every spring.
Yang Man, like most young girls, focused her secret love lens on the young boy who had just glanced at him. That was the first bunch of gardenias he helped pick. From then on, Yang Man's seven years of life were as graceful as smelling the fragrance of gardenias and looking at the blooming gardenias as graceful as seeing him. Chen Jing, she liked Chen Jing, gentle and excellent from the first sight. That was the first time Yang Man understood what love is.
Intention: secret love