She didn't know how long she had been by the Naihe Bridge, so long that she didn't even remember her own age. Looking at the crowds coming and going, there were octogenarians crying about the unkindness of their children and grandchildren, as well as soldiers who died on the battlefield with an unchangeable ambition. But what she saw more was the affectionate love between her children, and sometimes Granny Meng would wonder, is the love in this world really so unforgettable? Why are so many infatuated children begging her not to drink this Meng Po soup?