One bowl of Meng Po's soup can erase your past life and sever your ties to this one. The ups and downs of a lifetime, the loves and hatreds, those you cherish and those you loathe: once the soup passes your throat, everything is cleanly cut away.
One day, Meng Po herself drank a bowl of the soup she had brewed. What was there to trouble her? What was there to worry about? What did she need to cross over? She had no worries or troubles, and was entirely free of burdens, yet she was forced into a fated romance in the cycle of reincarnation.
