Sansheng Stone, Naihe Bridge, Meng Po Tang, all the previous relationships are gone, and life is restarted.
In this world, the most painful thing is to send your lover to rebirth with your own hands.
At this time, the most painful thing is to take over the death of your lover with your own hands.
Su Ruiai hurt Luo Yan miserably, and Luo Yan died in her arms. Her clothes were dyed red with blood. She swore that life and death were in the same hole, and the dagger was inserted into her heart.
It was night, fate, Po Meng, or the obsession in their hearts that stole them together for half their lives.
But the jealousy of fate could not be resisted after all. Without any warning, she stood in front of her and drank Meng Po soup. They became the most familiar strangers, stumbling and never seeing each other again!
Many years later, she said with a confident smile: "You obviously love me terribly, otherwise how could you break through the shackles of memory and find me."
She said dotingly: "I love you three thousand times, and for you, thousands of times."
Only she knows the feeling of Meng Po's soup flowing into her skirt and into her skin.
Intention: I don't know the origin of love, but it goes deeper and deeper. The living can die, and the dead can live!