In the layers of terraced fields, golden rice ears sway gently in the wind, and peasant women in blue headscarves are picking new buds in the tea garden.

Under the big banyan tree by the stream, a woman in a red dress is playing the piano.

Gu Youran's heart suddenly shook.

The woman looked just like herself!

There was just a red teardrop mole at the corner of her left eye.

"Senior Sister Jiuchen."

A handsome man in snow-white clothes leaned over and handed over a cup of tea, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing.

"This is freshly picked cloud tea, try it."

Jiuchen stopped playing the piano, took the teacup and took a sip.

She pursed her lips and chuckled, "Junior Brother A-li's craftsmanship has become increasingly refined."

The teardrop mole trembled slightly as she smiled, adding a touch of charm.

Gu Youran couldn't help but touch the corner of his left eye, which was smooth and flat.

She stared blankly at the curve of Jiuchen's neck as he tilted his head back to drink tea.

It was clearly his own appearance, yet it had a somewhat unfamiliar aura.

A breeze blew by, and Ali reached out to brush away the fallen leaves from Jiuchen's hair.

Jiuchen's ears turned slightly red, but he handed the teacup to Ali's lips.

"Try it too."

Ali took a sip of tea from Jiuchen's hand.

"The tea that Senior Sister drinks is always exceptionally sweet."

Ali's low voice was filled with tenderness, and his fingertips gently stroked the edge of the teacup, where the warmth of Jiuchen's lips still remained.

Jiuchen's ears turned slightly red, and the embroidered shoes gently kicked his calves.

"What nonsense!"

Unexpectedly, Ali hugged her waist and Jiuchen screamed and fell into his arms.

Suddenly, Gu Youran's vision became gradually blurred.

The world spun around and the scene in front of me changed.