Nine Reincarnations, I Completely Forgot About Him

The water of the Wangchuan River under the bridge was murky and oily, and the fishy wind blew against our faces. Countless lonely souls in the river were wailing and struggling, stretching out their bone-like claws. But she didn't realize it and just stared at the old woman holding the soup bowl on the other side of the bridge. "Drink it, you will be relieved after drinking it." Po Meng's voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, and the soup bowl in her hand was steaming. Wanwan shook her head and took a step back. The iron chains on her ankles rattled - they were the shackles bound by human traffickers in her previous life, and she could not be freed even after death. "I won't drink." Her voice was soft but firm as iron, "I want to wait for someone." He has been reincarnated for nine lifetimes, has forgotten his past, and still knows exactly what is best for her.