The dancing goddess held a pipe and exhaled a breath of thick, choking smoke; in the hazy white smoke, her old voice came slowly:
"Legend has it that under the Naihe Bridge and in the Wangchuan River, there are thousands of female Jiao'es who died in vain..."
"Did you hear that? Under the water of the Forgotten River, countless baby girls are crying, women are howling, and old women are lamenting... This endless resentment has gathered into one... One..."
The little girl passed by patting the ball and asked curiously: "What is it?"
"It's unknown whether it's a human, a god, a monster, or a ghost."
"Later, Mother Meng called her Wan'e ghost."
Intention: strong and brave