Books say that gardenia buds begin to form in winter, blooming into beautiful flowers only in summer. They symbolize resilience and a promise of eternal love.
I love two kinds of flowers: the pure white gardenias, radiant and pristine in the gentle summer morning, and the white magnolias, growing defiantly through muddy weeds, proud and aloof.
I always thought my brother was like a pure, flawless gardenia. His love was restrained and innocent, a sin I could never atone for, no matter how boldly I behaved. It had taken root in a corner of my heart, promising me a boundless starry sky, yet wanting to drag me back into the deepest hell.
Zhan Qi x Lu Xu
