Who would have thought that a mythological figure ignored by everyone could be such a tragic, dreamlike heroine? Let me change your mind and introduce you to this mythological figure you never appreciated: the mistress of the Meng Po Soup. The legendary life of Meng Po.
Along the road to the River of Forgetfulness, fog and snow fill the sky, and sorrowful cries echo across the land.
On either bank, vivid red flowers bloom and drift in clusters, leaving behind the longing of those unable to let go of the mortal world.
The Yellow Springs road through the Netherworld: one's good and evil deeds determine the next life.
A blood-red sun, a shadowy sorrow; bitter memories beside the River of Forgetfulness.
A head turns, and sorrowful thoughts are put to rest; this poem paints a world of departing souls.
When the sorrowful flowers bloom and fall, a lone flower and solitary leaf drift away.
"Drifting Flowers" (by You Si)
It feels like watching flying immortals from the sky
Um, the painting style has become so scary.
I can't understand it for some reason...
Is this the rhythm of a heartless man?
Why does this bloody flower look like it was sprayed with blood?
Is this blood poisonous hahaha
This isn't just a plague, it feels like it's about to become a zombie
This is a worm: What do you think you still lack in the world? You think so!?
It can only be said that the heroine's mind is a bit immature and she needs more training before she can grow.
If you are reborn, just change to a simple identity and suffer.