Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

The sunlight at seven o'clock in the morning was like a golden comb, gently lifting the bedroom curtains. Jiang Ciyou woke up in the scent of lavender, and as her eyelashes trembled slightly, her fingertips touched the warm skin beside the pillow. Lu Jingchen lay on his side, breathing evenly like the tide. The morning light gilded his handsome nose, and his hair scattered on the pillow like a dark star.

She propped up her elbows, her eyes passing over the faint scar on his collarbone - the mark left by him blocking a knife for her three years ago. Her fingertips hovered three inches above the scar, but she pulled them back as if she was afraid of waking him up. In the glass vase on the bedside table, three white roses were inserted diagonally, the edges of the petals shone like pearls, which he had bought on his way back from overtime last night.

"Youyou is in a daze again." Lu Jingchen suddenly opened his eyes, his amber pupils filled with morning mist. He stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms, his body temperature from under her cotton pajamas ironing her back, "What did you dream about?"

Jiang Ciyou smiled and shook her head, her hair brushing against his chin: "I just feel that my current life is too unreal." Her fingertips unconsciously wandered around his wrist, where he wore a couple's bracelet that they had customized for their third wedding anniversary, with "Beginning at a dangerous cliff, ending at a galaxy" engraved on the inside.

Lu Jingchen lowered his head and kissed the top of her head: "I have to confirm three times every day that you are really by my side." His voice was hoarse in the morning, "From the day you decided to accept me again, I knew that Lu Jingchen would spend the rest of his life repaying this luck."

The buzzing of the coffee machine came from the kitchen, and Jiang Ciyou quietly broke free from his embrace. The kitchen in the morning light was paved with off-white tiles, and the island was filled with cherry blossom-patterned tableware they bought in Japan last year. As the frying pan sizzled, Lu Jingchen hugged her from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder: "Let me do it."

"You always fry eggs too hard." Jiang Ciyou smiled and handed him the spatula, then turned around and took out freshly squeezed orange juice from the refrigerator. She noticed how he looked when he was wearing an apron. The dark grey home clothes outlined his tall figure, and the apron belt was tied into a crooked bow at his waist.

"When I delivered supplies to the orphanage last week, the director said the children loved the picture books." "Lu Jingchen flipped the omelette with great ease," The sunflowers they had just planted were in bloom, and they invited us to go see them this weekend."

Jiang Ciyou paused while cutting strawberries, and tapped his lower back with the back of the knife: "Is Mr. Lu too idle recently? Don't you have to worry about the preparations for the charity dinner and the cross-border mergers and acquisitions?"

"Madam has cut down her schedule to only the necessary meetings." Lu Jingchen turned off the fire and put the dishes on the plate. When he turned around, his eyes were as gentle as water. "You said that we would make up for the lost seven years."

When breakfast was served, the sun just covered the entire table. The runny omelette was slightly trembling, and the whole wheat bread was spread with avocado mash and dotted with fresh blueberries. Jiang Ciyou suddenly remembered three years ago in Paris, when they hid in the hotel room to eat cold croissants, and outside the window was the street with rustling sycamore leaves.

"I'm going to Switzerland next week to inspect charity projects." When Lu Jingchen handed her the hot milk, his fingertips accidentally brushed the back of her hand, "But if you have other plans..."

"I want to go to the beach." Jiang Ciyou blurted out, surprising herself. This idea was like a seed that suddenly sprouted, breaking through the soil in her heart. She recalled the scene when Lu Jingchen hugged her and rushed into the waves when they were on vacation in Greece last year. His laughter mixed with the salty sea breeze still echoed in her ears.

Lu Jingchen's eyes flashed with understanding, and he took out a tablet from his suit pocket: "What a coincidence, I was just watching this." "On the screen is a small town called "Xingyu Bay", with white-walled and blue-roofed houses scattered in an orderly manner, and shells of various shapes scattered on the beach.

"I heard that the sunset there is like melted toffee." Jiang Ciyou leaned closer to the screen, her hair brushing against his shoulders, "And..." She suddenly seemed to remember something, "On our first official date, you said you would take me to see the aurora, but you were called back by the group at the last minute."

Lu Jingchen held her hand as she was scrolling through the screen, and stroked the wedding ring on her ring finger with his fingertips: "So this time, I want to make up for the delayed romance."

While packing her luggage, Jiang Ciyou hesitated in front of the wardrobe. Lu Jingchen leaned against the door frame and looked at her, holding her favorite lavender scented candle in his hand: "Take the blue gauze skirt, the one you bought in Santorini."

"It's too grand." Jiang Ciyou said this, but her fingers had already put the skirt into the box. When she turned around, she saw Lu Jingchen stuffing a first aid kit into her backpack, which was neatly packed with Band-Aids, antipyretics, and her usual stomach medicine.

"I remember clearly how you cried when you cut your hand on a branch during the last camping trip." Lu Jingchen smiled and zipped up the medicine box, "I have to make sure my little princess is unharmed this time."

Before setting off, Lu Jingchen insisted on checking the trunk. Jiang Ciyou leaned against the car door and looked at him. In the morning mist, his figure was stretched out by the rising sun. In the trunk were folding tents, picnic mats, fishing gear, and even two beach volleyballs.

"What if we want to spend the night at the beach?" Lu Jingchen closed the trunk and took out a velvet box from his pocket, "This is your amulet."

Opening the box, it was a shell necklace, with half a crescent shell strung on a silver chain, and a tiny "Lu" engraved on the inside. Jiang Ciyou's eyes were slightly hot, remembering that three years ago in Venice, the glass pendant he gave her also contained the same secret.

"Get in the car, ma'am." Lu Jingchen opened the door for her, and his fingertips gently brushed the hair behind her ears. "This time, I'll let you take care of the navigation."

Amid the roar of the engine, Jiang Ciyou watched the scenery passing by outside the car window. The sun shone through the clouds, casting flowing spots of light on the highway. The car stereo played their favorite jazz music in college, and Lu Jingchen's hand was always holding her hand on the gear lever.

"There is an observation deck ahead." Jiang Ciyou pointed at the navigation prompt, "Do you want to stop for a while?"

Lu Jingchen smiled and turned on the turn signal: "I'll follow Miss Jiang's instructions."

On the observation deck, the sea breeze blew in with a salty smell. Jiang Ciyou leaned on the railing and looked down at the bay, the waves breaking into white foam on the rocks. Lu Jingchen hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder: "Do you remember our first self-driving tour?"

"You drove the car into the rice field and were almost chased and scolded by the farmers." Jiang Ciyou smiled and turned around, poking his chest with his fingertips, "I should have known at that time that no good would come of following Young Master Lu out."

"But that time we saw the most beautiful starry sky." Lu Jingchen lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose, "You said that every star is a fallen wish."

Jiang Ciyou suddenly remembered something and took out his phone from his bag: "Let me show you something." In the album were photos they took at a mountain primary school last year. The children were surrounding them, their faces filled with innocent smiles.

"I'm going to visit them next month." Lu Jingchen looked at the photo, his fingertips lightly swiping across the screen, "I heard they built a new library."

Jiang Ciyou turned and looked at the sea and sky in the distance, her thoughts drifting back to the rainy night that changed their fate. Seven years ago, she rushed into his office soaking wet, and the shock and ecstasy in his eyes were still vivid in her mind.

"Jing Chen." She suddenly spoke, her voice blown away by the sea breeze, "Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn't gone to see you that day..."

"No ifs." Lu Jingchen tightened his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood. "Fate has separated us for seven years, just to let me learn to cherish."

When they got back to the car, Jiang Ciyou noticed that Lu Jingchen's hand on the center console had a slight scratch on the base of his palm. She held the hand and kissed it softly: "Does it still hurt?"

"The pain went away when I saw the shell necklace you chose." Lu Jingchen started the car with a smile, "But shouldn't Miss Jiang compensate me?"

&34;Compensation for what?&34;

"To compensate me for the half-hour pearl cultivation class that the owner of the craft shop had to take me to in order to buy that necklace."

Jiang Ciyou laughed out loud, and her laughter mixed with the sea breeze and the engine sound, echoing in the car for a long time. She leaned back in her chair, looking at Lu Jingchen's profile as he focused on driving, and suddenly felt that the so-called happiness was nothing more than sharing every moment of the long-lasting flow of water with the right person at the right time.

Outside the car window, the blue sea and blue sky gradually unfolded, just like the new chapter they were about to write.