Qin Miaomiao thought about how Su Lan had been behaving well these days, cooperating obediently with the company's arrangements for activities, just like the other newcomers. She hadn't become complacent because she got a small role, thinking she was different from the others. Some new thoughts arose in her mind.
She picked up the photo and looked at it for a moment, and suddenly thought of Rong Lan.
Bringing a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums, she went to the cemetery. Qin Miaomiao did everything so casually. She knew she had to come eventually, especially since she dreamt of Rong Lan the night before.
Placing the chrysanthemums in front of his grave, she unexpectedly discovered another bouquet besides her own. It didn't look very fresh, somewhat withered.
"It seems I'm not the only one who misses you."
