I heard it said a long, long time ago, but anyone who drank Meng Po soup on the Nai He Bridge will forget the past and be reincarnated as a human being. I can't remember the past grievances, love and hatred..... When you die, everything is over.

For some reason, the bowl of green Meng Po soup didn't work for me at all.

Even though I have drunk it twice, each time it is full of a big bowl, I still clearly remember the first life, and the knife that gave me my sudden death was from the hand of my husband--- Shen Weiyong.

Maybe it's my unrelieved obsession at work, the knife on my heart has obviously been inserted into my heart, I can still clearly feel that the man who once swore an alliance with me and vowed to go to the white head hand in hand, pulled the knife from my heart without changing his face or blinking, and simply split my belly.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I was already pregnant with Rokko at that time, and half a month and a half will be the time of childbirth.

Poor for not being able to see whether the child that my husband cut out of my belly was male or female, born or dead.

Poor thing, I just got the news of the sudden death of my only brother, and I haven't had time to go home to see him one last time.

Poor how sad it must have been for my parents to lose a pair of children in one day.

Poor child, I will never know why my mother abandoned him so cruelly.

It's hateful, I can't make the Shen family's unsightly secrets public, and cut the enemy with a thousand knives.

It's hateful, I have so many "whys" to ask, and I can't spit out a single word when I'm full of blood.

In the whole world, I only heard the sound of the wind whistling through the bloody hole in my heart, and the barb-covered and sharp blade-like voice followed me like a maggot to the bone, and I would not abandon me until the second life.

Now, it is in its third life.

It seems that I will never be able to get rid of this terrible memory for the rest of my life.

You will never understand the heart-wrenching pain of drinking Meng Po soup but remembering it as before.

Later, I finally figured it out.

Unless I fill the bloody hole with my own hands, this heart-wrenching whistling sound will not pass through my chest again, cold and painful.

Thankfully, fortunately. In the third life, I am back.

The debt owed to me must be paid.

The Buddha said that the world is reincarnated, and everything has a definite number.

The only regret is that in this life, my life was swapped with my brother who had the same life as me at the thought of my parents.

What a ridiculous start......