The first time I saw him was when the witch was burned at the stake. She was falsely accused of being a witch, but he was just an ordinary bystander, looking at the chestnut-haired woman on the stage with cold eyes.
That time, there was a layer of hot fire between him and her.
The second time I saw him was because she was playing in the underworld and accidentally escaped into the mortal world and returned to the small town where she was born. He was getting old, but he didn't have his wife and children by his side.
That time, there was a tragic life and death between him and her.
The third time she saw him was on the Naihe Bridge. After thinking hard for a long time, she finally decided to reincarnate, but she didn't want him to walk slowly towards the bridge on the Huangquan Road and prepare to be reincarnated.
That time, there was a bridge of memory between him and her.
She turned around and jumped into the pool of reincarnation, and gradually heard a small but clear voice coming into her ears.
"Is there anything you want to keep?"
"Keep my name, my name is Hinata Zao."
A bowl of Meng Po soup reminds me of my hometown in my dreams.