(Beside Naihe Bridge)
"Drink the Wangyou soup, and forget all about the past. Come and drink the Wangyou soup, and then go to Naihe Bridge after drinking it." An old woman stood in front of the pot with a hunched waist, holding a wooden long-handled spoon in her hand, stirring and stirring, and poured it into a white porcelain bowl. Bowls of Wangyou soup were drank by different ghosts.
"My soup is so spicy" "My soup is sweet" "Wangyou soup, all the joys, sorrows and sorrows of a lifetime are in this sweet, bitter and spicy taste"
Po Meng looked at the woman holding the bowl and asked her why she didn't drink. She said she didn't want to forget him.
"Life is full of hardships, and you can't escape a single word of love, so why are you so persistent?"
"I want to see him again and say sorry to him."
Po Meng sighed, "You stubborn girl, how about you stay here with me for three days? One day underground is equal to one year above ground." The woman stood beside Po Meng and waited silently, but it only lasted three fleeting days. Three days later, the woman smiled to herself and drank the Wangyou soup in one gulp, "Jin Lang, you and I are not meant to be together in this life, but I hope we can do it again in the next life."
Flowers bloomed on the other side, and the woman walked across the Naihe Bridge. Mother Meng glanced at the woman and stirred the soup again, "Mother-in-law, you can see a woman who died three years ago."
"She... Passed" Po Meng sighed again. The man covered his face and looked a little confused and desolate, "Yuyou, I haven't given you the answer you want yet."
Intent: deep sadomasochistic love