By the Bridge of Helplessness.
One bowl of Granny Meng's soup, and all memories of the past are forgotten.
A butterfly with broken wings dances gracefully.
Looking back on seven lifetimes, tears stream down my face.
I'd rather be a flower on the road to the underworld.
Watching the souls of the dead pass by on the Yellow Springs Road.
I won't think. I won't speak.
Until I wither away.
Hungry.. Coming full of expectations... Cry.. Could it be... Do you want me to hang up before you write... You want me to carry my worries into the coffin...
Sad people.. Abused..
Nathan... Little JO, I'm sorry for you... (Crying and running...) Have you ever thought about how to write it...
Silence.. Waited for N long time...
Contemptuous eyes... I don't know who told me... It's almost over... This was said N days ago...
Ah Shui. Flower Tomb Sassen is good under the light.
Right. Cancan. I remember that Death of Blood had the Hua Shuo chapter first.
Hug. Good old Russia.
Cancan. Give me a hug. I said so excitedly.
Cancan. The ending made me want to kill someone...