Her thoughts could not help but pull her back to that terrible night, and even if the exquisite diamond-encrusted gold cup filled with fine wine slipped from her hand, it could not wake her up. The confident and charming smile was no longer on her face, and the falling wine glass seemed to be just the beginning of her fear. The banquet and guests were no longer in front of her, she seemed to be in the forest from many years ago.
[The poet] picked up the golden cup and poured her a glass of water: "Zeng Natila, it's time, let's talk."
Intention: Seize the moment, nothing is settled