"Sister Miaomiao, I like you, is it too late to tell me now?" Ai Chen knelt in front of Yang Miao's grave, and the rain wet his clothes. Jian Yan walked behind Ai Chen wearing a black suit and holding a black umbrella. "If you had told me earlier, there might be a one in ten thousand chance." Two years after Lu Ang established his relationship with Yang Miao, due to necessary conditions, he had to fly to a designated location. The plane he was traveling on crashed, and he lost his life. Not long after Yang Miao learned the news, he committed suicide at home and went to find Lu An.
Intention: No idea, just sudden inspiration.
