Can It Stop Raining During Qingming Festival?

Short BE Tan Yunmiao was born with a serious disease, and half of his body was buried in the soil. Once Nie Zhuoyang suffered a defeat, his future was bleak and hopeless. The two met because of a ridiculous anecdote. They had seen each other's embarrassment and looked up at the same rising sun. As she was dying, crystal tears welled up in the end of the girl's eyes. She tilted her head on the hospital bed and looked through the glass window of the ward door at the figures outside the door. She prayed to God devoutly that she could live longer. During the Qingming Festival, there were thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down. The green kisses in the wet rainy season, the sweet candy under the tongue, the paper airplanes flying into the sky... All were washed away by the heavy rain without leaving a trace. The empty mountain was silent, and the young man held up a black umbrella to cover the tombstone. She was the moon he would never see again. Motto: Life is precious.