"Lizzie, wake up, Lizzie, wake up...": Jane kept calling Elizabeth in her sleep. Elizabeth, who was groggy and felt someone calling her, returned unconsciously, "Who, who called me?" "Lizzie, wake up quickly, what's wrong with you? The rain is about to fall, and our thin skirts won't keep you warm." Elizabeth, who finally woke up from the constant calling, saw Jane, whom she hadn't seen for many years. Thinking of her dear Jane's final fate, Elizabeth couldn't help hugging the person in front of her, with tears in her eyes, "Uh-huh... Jane, are you okay? I miss you so much..." "Why did you cry suddenly, Lizzie? Did you dream of something bad?" Jane asked. Elizabeth finally realized something was wrong. The Jane in front of her was still the same as she was when she was young. She was beautiful and gentle. She was a famous beauty in Meryton. She raised her hands and looked at them. They were so white and soft, with no trace of age erosion. She touched her cheeks again. The touch of her hands told Elizabeth that all this was true. She was back to the time when she was young, back to the time when she didn't know if she and Darcy were in love.