For the last time, she looked at him without any anger or resentment in her eyes. She said: "When I was very young, a yaksha nun said that Manzhusawa is the most ruthless flower in the world. You see her as red as fire, with the warmest and joyful color in the world, but you don't know that she lives on the banks of the Wangchuan River all her life, and she makes a living by absorbing the past lives of the souls of the dead. The souls of the dead walk through the Wangchuan world where Manzhusawa blooms, and all the love and hatred in the past life are like a passing cloud."
He looked at her quietly, speechless, but actually he wanted to say: Manzhu Shahua seemed to ruthlessly suck away the souls of the past. Little did they know that it was precisely because she took away their persistence that they could drink Meng Po's soup without any worries. How can you say she is heartless?
Unfortunately, he didn't say anything, and watched her turn and walk away in his eyes, getting further and further away, until she disappeared into the horizon.
The moment she turned around, she said silently in her heart: Huanye, the next time Manhua sees you, it will be when I take your life...