"Sister Miaomiao, I love you. Is it too late to tell you now?" Ai Chen knelt at Yang Miao's grave, his clothes soaked by the rain. Jian Yan, dressed in a black suit and holding a black umbrella, walked up behind Ai Chen. "If you'd said it sooner, there might have been a one-in-ten-thousand chance." Two years after Lu Ang and Yang Miao got together, Lu Ang had to take a flight to a designated location for a necessary task. The plane he was on crashed, and he lost his life. Not long after Yang Miao received the news, she took her own life at home to join Lu Ang.
Theme: No particular theme, just a sudden inspiration.
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