I was originally a pot of rare red mandala raised by the King of Hell. Compared with other mandalas, I am more seductive and more poisonous. Most importantly, the nourishment of a bowl of Mengpo soup from the King of Hell every day gives me the effect of forgetting love. Absorbing the millennium essence of the Palace of Hell, I transformed into a flower demon. However, I was so confused that the last bowl of forgetful water I poured before my incarnation made me forget that I was just a flower demon.
Naked, the man in front of me was silent for a long time. With a wave of his hand, I was wrapped in red clothes and my hair was like a waterfall of black hair. One black and one white next to me told me that the man was called the King of Hell, and he ordered me to take the place of a mother-in-law and distribute soup to everyone. I didn't know what it was for, but I somehow felt that the man in front of me in the dark, whose face I couldn't see clearly, made me feel dependent and surrendered. So, I made soup with my hands and served bowls of soup to the people who lined up in front of me, bowl after bowl. I just watched the people in front of me change from happy or sad, angry or upset, to empty zombies, and then passed through the virtual door in front of me one by one and disappeared. A hundred years later, I realized that I had replaced Grandma Meng and became Grandma Meng. The soup I served was love-forgetting water. Drinking it can make you forget your past. The door in front is the door of life and death. Only after passing it can you be reincarnated.
Only then did I realize that at that time, my magnificence attracted countless passers-by. There was a man with a petty heart who selfishly lent me a hundred years to involve me in his love affair, which was heart-wrenching time and time again. Little did I know that both of them had become actors in the drama.
Concept: Love is a two-way journey between two people, or it may be all a routine