On the other side of the sea of flowers, beside the Wangchuan River, there is a woman standing in front of the river.
"Girl, why don't you drink this bowl of soup." A pair of plain white hands held a bowl of hot soup.
"No... I want to wait for someone..." The woman's red lips were slightly opened, her light blue skirt swayed in the wind, and her hair hung down on her waist.
"Who are you waiting for?"
"... I don't know... I... Only know that he told me to wait here..."
"Do you... Do you know how long you have been waiting? How long have you been standing?"
"Three thousand years... Almost three thousand years, even I have almost forgotten it for so long..."
"The person you're waiting for hasn't come to you yet. Maybe he's... Already dead."
"No, it won't be... Since I've seen so many people reincarnate here..." The woman seemed to have thought of something, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her originally weak and beautiful face became brighter.