But There Is Light: the Goddess Does Not Cross

On the Forgotten River, Po Meng looked through the book of life and death with cold eyes for three thousand years, but ten sections of meaning seeped out of the ink marks that were difficult to erase. She asked the King of Hell for a hundred-day holiday, took a bowl of forgetful soup, and left in time, just to give those women in the corner of history who were "doomed to failure" a possibility of "no regrets." From the poisonous wine of the Western Han Dynasty to the Byzantine plague, from the Qinhuai Man Dance to the Crimean sea fog, she leaned down again and again, and her hope was broken by fate again and again. The cold divinity was dyed with warmth in the blood and fire - she learned not to change her fate, just to give them a light that "had time to speak out". At the end of the hundred days, ten golden lotuses floated on the soup noodles at Naihe Bridge, and the souls of the dead smiled as they crossed the bridge. Po Meng is still dressed in white, but she has a wick hidden in her sleeve. The moonlight under the snow shines with the lights of the world.