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A month ago, he remembered, he had planted a yellowish gardenia in his hair. He must have put it away, but it had not been properly preserved, and it had rotted away.

"Then can I pick another one for you?" he whispered, wiping away his tears.

Gu Moyan nodded. The corner of his mouth still didn't seem to rise, but his eyes were no longer as sad as before, "I want it to be the same."

"Well