On the Other Side, the Flowers Have Bloomed

I was punished for making a mistake and guarding the Hibiscus flower. This kind of flowers blooms all over the Huangquan Road. Their swaying figures guide the deceased to Naihe Bridge. When the deceased drinks Meng Po soup, the memory of the past life turns into the other side of the flower, blooming coquettishly on the road to Huangquan. I inexplicably like the color of the flower on the other side - red! Is it what I liked in my previous life? But I forgot, I forgot my name, I forgot my fault, I forgot why I like red, I forgot... Until the water of the Wangchuan River submerged my body, and the biting water reminded me - many years ago, there was a woman who wore red for the first time in her life. She was beautiful, very beautiful... Intention: