The next morning, the moment Ji Zhao opened her eyes, an elegant fragrance assaulted her nose.
She raised her eyebrows in confusion. When she pushed open the door, she saw a pot of gardenias outside the door.
On the lush green leaves, there were a few pure white gardenias.
The elegant fragrance of the flowers was refreshing.
Ji Zhao's lips curled up happily. She was in a good mood.
She smiled and picked up the pot of gardenias. She carried it back to the room and placed it on the table by the window.
"Gardenias mean a lifetime of waiting."
This sentence inadvertently appeared in Ji Zhao's mind.
Recalling what Shen Yao said yesterday, Ji Zhao suddenly felt a strange emotion surge in her heart. That feeling was indescribable. She was a little happy and hesitant.
Ji Zhao silently closed her eyes and shook off all the messy thoughts in her mind. Then, she let out a long sigh and walked out of the room.
