I had no choice but to look at his leaving back and whisper: "Good luck always exists and I hope you are well." The voice was so low that only I could hear it.
I don't know if that was the last time.
He touched the gardenia next to him with his hand
I think you like gardenia too?
Intention: You are not lucky enough to see the piles of love letters and sleep talk, but I only want you to be good