Tea

Xie Yujiao looked at that desolate figure from behind, slowly walked over, and asked softly, "Do you know me?"

Meng Po stiffened, as though she had only just come to her senses.

She raised her sleeve and wiped her face a few times, then turned around, struggling to put on a calm expression.

"You... have already forgotten everything, so don't try to remember it again," Meng Po said slowly. "Just keep living like this."

"No." Xie Yujiao shook her head. "I don't want to spend my entire life in the dark like this. What exactly do you know? Can you tell me what I've forgotten?"

Meng Po frowned, then let out a rueful laugh.

"Xiao You, what strange creatures humans are. When they remember, they want to forget; when they forget, they want to remember. Cause and effect, reincarnation-the cycle never ends."

Xie Yujiao shouted angrily, "Don't call me 'Xiao You.' I'm Xie Yujiao!"

"It doesn't matter anymore." Meng Po shook her head. "All these years, I've stood at the other end of the Bridge of Helplessness, watching those people drink my tea again and again through countless reincarnations, yet I often thought of you. You drank it only once, and then never appeared again. The fact that you never returned proved that you'd kept on living, just as you once said you would. I was happy for you."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Xie Yujiao looked at Meng Po in confusion.

Meng Po took a bottle of emerald-green liquid from inside her clothes and handed it to Xie Yujiao.

"Xiao You, if you don't want to lose the person you love, if you want to keep living the life you have now, carry this bottle of tea with you."

"Is this... Meng Po Tea?" Xie Yujiao took