Fall: Rebirth

On the cliff of reflection, the breeze was blowing gently, and the reed mist was holding up the wine that Cang Yan brought, and he was looking at it carefully.

Her hand gently stroked the bottle, feeling its smooth texture, as if she could feel the temperature of the liquid inside through the glass bottle.

Her eyes were focused and serious, as if she was appreciating a precious work of art.

Her eyes flashed with curiosity and anticipation, as if she wanted to see the secret hidden inside the bottle.

Suddenly, her eyes paused, and Cang Yan's words flashed through her mind: "This wine can help you meet the person you want to see most in your dreams."

Jia Wu's heart moved and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

She slowly unscrewed the bottle cap, and immediately a strong aroma of wine hit her nose.

The fragrance is like soft mist, lingering in the air and making people intoxicated.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to capture the intoxicating smell.

That taste contains the accumulation of years, a touch of sadness, and endless longing.

Then, Jia Wu carefully poured the wine from the bottle into an exquisite wine glass.

The wine is clear and transparent, like a spring, sparkling with crystal light under the sunlight.

She gently shook the wine glass, looked at the traces left by the wine on the wall of the glass, and felt the mysterious power.

Her mood gradually calmed down, as if she had entered a peaceful world.

She picked up the glass and stared at the wine in it, as if she could see her own reflection in it.

Then she took a small sip.

The wine slides over the tip of the tongue, bringing a burning sensation, but quickly turns into a mellow sweetness.

The taste spreads in the mouth, stimulating the taste buds and leaving a lasting aftertaste.

As the alcohol gradually took effect, Jiawu's body began to heat up and his heartbeat gradually quickened.

Her consciousness began to blur and the world before her eyes became increasingly blurry.

Finally, her eyes slowly closed and she fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Jia Wu was wearing a blue dress, standing gracefully. She walked lightly in the sea of ​​flowers, the petals under her feet were as soft as a carpet, exuding a charming fragrance.

A breeze blew by, and Jiawu's hair fluttered in the wind, as if dancing with the surrounding flowers.

Suddenly, a familiar laughter came into her ears. The sound was clear and pleasant, like the sound of nature.

Jia Wu raised her head and saw a figure walking towards her. The figure was getting closer and closer, and gradually became clearer. When she saw who it was, she felt an indescribable excitement in her heart - it turned out to be her lover who died more than 2,000 years ago!

Jia Wu's eyes were instantly filled with tears, and she ran towards the figure desperately, as if she and he were the only ones left in the world.

Finally, she threw herself into his arms, feeling his real presence, and tears welled up in her eyes.

The two hugged each other tightly, their heartbeats intertwined to form a beautiful melody. They enjoyed the warmth of this moment, as if time had stopped and everything in the world no longer existed.

When they slowly loosened their embrace, their eyes were still fixed on each other, full of affection.

Jia Wu's lips curled up slightly, with a happy smile on her face. She gently reached out her hand and stroked his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin.

He also gently reached out and held the hand that Jia Wu had placed on his cheek, his eyes full of tenderness. His fingers gently stroked the back of her hand, as if he wanted to engrave every inch of her skin into his memory.

"I miss you so much..." Jia Wu said softly, with endless longing and attachment in her voice.

"Me too. It's been over two thousand years... I'm finally seeing you again," her lover responded.

They enjoyed each other's company in the sea of ​​flowers, and every step was filled with sweetness and warmth. They strolled among the flowers, feeling the breeze on their faces; or played and laughed, echoing in the air; or chased butterflies, releasing their inner joy. Their figures shuttled through the colorful sea of ​​flowers, as if they were in a dreamlike world.

However, good times are always short-lived. When Jiawu woke up from her dream, she found herself still on the cliff of reflection, holding the empty wine glass tightly in her hand.

She slowly opened her eyes, tears blurring her vision and sliding down her cheeks. She felt a deep sense of loss and melancholy welling up in her heart, as if the beauty she had just experienced was just an illusion.

Although the reality broke her heart, she firmly believed that the dream was so real and beautiful. She knew that no matter how time passed, their love would always be engraved in their hearts.