My name is Shen Weiwan. I can't forget him. I have been obsessed with him for several lifetimes, and I just hope to see him again.
The wind in the Wangchuan River became even colder, causing the petals of Manjushuahua to fly all over the sky. I looked at the bowl of Meng Po soup that was always handed to me, and suddenly reached out to take it. The soup bowl was so hot that it made my soul tremble.
Intent: A short story from an ancient proverb, several lives of love, several lives of obsession