Summary
Chapter 0 The flowers in my shop have always been more talkative than people. On the night of the torrential rain, a stranger drenched in moisture pushed open the door. The pot of Gardenia by the entrance, which I had nearly managed to wither, suddenly perked up. Shaking its buds, it called out to him, “Groom!” I thought I was hallucinating again. Later, I realized the flower wasn’t just talking nonsense. It was my luck, my life, and my heart that were truly being nurtured back to life, inch by inch, by this man.