For thousands of years, it was like a dream. She had seen countless people walk through the Gate of Hell, drink Meng Po Soup, linger by the Sansheng Stone, and wander on the Naihe Bridge. But there was no one like him who resolutely threw himself into the River of Forgetfulness.
She never approached the sea of blood-red flowers, just because in her memory, there was an immortal in white clothes who beat the snow, and she did not want to destroy the only beautiful illusion in her heart.
My mother-in-law said that she was punished in this dark world of Hades, but her mother-in-law never told me why she was punished, nor did she tell me about her previous life. Just tell yourself to wait a thousand years, a thousand years is such a long time. I didn't know anything about the immortal because my mother-in-law never allowed me to mention it.
That day, the flowers on the other shore were still blood-red and enchanting, extremely beautiful. But something seemed to be missing, and suddenly I realized that a dazzling light flashed through the girl's bright eyes. It was a thousand years, a whole thousand years ago. The white-clothed immortal has been in the River of Forgetfulness for a thousand years, and he has also spent a whole thousand years in this netherworld.