"Girl, drink this bowl of Meng Po soup."
The man in front of him was wearing a black robe, and his voice was gentle and familiar.
When I was lining up at Naihe Bridge, I heard a lot about him. People here said that he was a poor man who had no spiritual power or soul when he came here. Without the soul, one cannot be reincarnated. Originally, his fate was to be an unconscious ghost, wandering aimlessly in the nine realms. However, because he had not yet reached his destiny in his previous life and had done a great deed and accumulated a lot of virtue, the King of Hell was merciful and ordered him to be a soup distributor here to take care of reincarnations.
Looking at the Meng Po soup in the bowl, I closed my eyes and drank it all. Looking back on my life, although it is dull, I am happy and healthy, but there is always a vague figure of a person lingering in my mind. I don't know who he is in my life. Other than that, I have no regrets.
I put down the bowl in my hand, poured my thanks to the man and jumped into the River of Forgetfulness.
My body keeps falling, and my consciousness gradually blurs. Someone once told me that drinking Wangchuan water can forget all love and hate. I have never known what it feels like, but I will finally know it today.
When my consciousness was about to completely disappear, I slowly opened my eyes, and my eyes met his. I remember that they were a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes.
I think my whole life, no,
never forget
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Purpose: Independence, love, righteousness