On the other side of the Styx River, the sea of fire was churning, just as the flowers on the other side, as red as blood, were in full bloom.
On the Naihe Bridge, a woman in white stands holding soup, her long silver-white hair blowing in the wind.
"You really decided to do this?"
Leaning on the railing and looking into the water, the weak water thousands of feet under the bridge seems to be still but still moving, with no reflection. I replied leisurely: "There are three thousand weak water, can I take a ladle to drink it? If so, I will have no regrets in my life!"
"Alas!" The woman in white sighed softly, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
I turned around and left, saying softly: "The flowers on the other side are blooming on the other side, but what can I do on the Naihe Bridge?"
The woman in white leaned on the railing and looked into the distance. After a while, she raised her hand slightly, and the soup poured down, fell into the River Styx, and disappeared without a trace.
"Even if the world is free, the word love cannot escape."
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