Gardenia blooms in summer and fades in autumn.
The sun was shining brightly in the midsummer that year, and the wind carrying the fragrance of gardenia could not wipe away the restlessness of youth.
"Wen Zhi, do you want to go home with me?"
"Ji Yan, come home"
"Wen Xiaozhi, will you not want me in the future?"
"Ji Xiaoyan, I will never let you go."
In the late autumn of that year, the fallen leaves were falling, and the fragrance of gardenias was no longer there.
"Ji Yan... I want to go home..."
"Zhizhi, we are going home..."
There was no snow that winter, and there were no traces of gardenias.
"Wen Zhi, how could you lie to me?"
"Happy New Year, my Gardenia"
It's midsummer again.
"Zhizhi, this time... Don't lie to me again."
Intention: "I have been waiting for you silently, waiting for you to discover my sincerity and love."