At the head of the Bridge of Helplessness, mist rose into the air. The souls stood quietly in a long line, slowly making their way forward, while ghost guards patrolled both sides.
Meng Ru gently stroked the ghost-face carvings on the bridge, her eyes growing moist. The stone bridge was unchanged, as was the River of Forgetfulness and the ghost guards. And Meng Po, as she was known, was unchanged too, save for the white hair at her temples, bleached by a thousand years of wind and frost.
It's so beautiful. How come it hasn't been updated for more than a year?
Xiaoxiao, what do you want me to say: (Crying
It's not easy to write so many words~~
Nowadays, everyone likes to describe Po Meng as a beautiful woman, haha