Even when she was clumsily tripping over her own feet, her mother was the woman his father had not forgotten for decades.
Still, he fell for her, even wanted to buy her flowers, take her to upscale restaurants, and give her a card to splurge on the whole street, enjoying just teasing her as she sat there.
Things he should be doing with girls his own age, he wanted to do with this Little Yuwan.
And unconsciously, he would imagine the expressions and movements she made while doing these things.
Seeing gardenias would remind him of her.
Other men who liked her might praise her, saying she was as beautiful as a gardenia.
But Wen Yangzhi thought,
Gardenias as beautiful as Yun Yuwan have bloomed again.
Actually, from the moment he had this thought, Wen Yangzhi should have realized there was something wrong with him.
But he never felt anything was amiss.
Without Yun Yuwan, what were gardenias anyway?
