Deep in the sea of flowers, among the blood, there is a Naihe Bridge.
There is a girl waiting for you at the end of the bridge, and there is an old lady holding soup in the middle of the bridge.
The girl looks at your life with a smile, and accompanies you to reminisce about every bit of time you still have in this world. Grandma will give you a bowl of soup, which may be sweet, bitter, salty, or mushy.
And the Naihe Bridge is either as soft as cotton, or a blue mud stone road, or burning with fire, or pierced by sharp knives.
Don't worry, my dear guest, they will treat you well. ——————————————————————
All stories are purely fictitious and may be updated from time to time, but there is a high probability that they will never end.
The writing is poor and the writing has no logic.
Each story is established independently, and most chapters are one story.
Purpose: Enjoy life in all its forms. Sir, please come inside
Purpose: Live life in all its forms, cherish it and don't do anything you regret