I heard a long time ago that anyone who has drunk Mengpo soup on Naihe Bridge will forget the past and be reborn as a human being. I will no longer remember the grudges, love, hate, and love... I will stop when I die.

For some reason, the bowl of green Mengpo soup had no effect on me.

Even though I have drunk twice, each time I fill a big bowl, I still clearly remember the knife that I gave me in my first life and died suddenly was from my husband, Chen Weiyong.

Perhaps it was my obsession that could not be relieved. The knife in my heart was clearly inserted into a cold heart. I could still clearly feel the man who had vowed to be together and swore to be white. His face was not changed, and he pulled out the knife from my heart without blinking, and then split my belly quickly.

Oh, I forgot to say that I was pregnant with six Jia at that time, and it would be the time for another half a month.

Poor, I finally couldn't see the child that my husband had cut out from my belly, whether a man or a woman, whether a life or a death.

Poor, I just got the news that my only brother suddenly died of illness, and I still haven't had time to go home to see him for the last time.

Poor, how sad it would be to lose my parents in one day.

Poor, my child will never know why his mother has to abandon it cruelly.

It’s hateful that I can’t make the shameful secret of the Shen family public, and kill the enemy by cutting it into pieces.

It’s hateful, I have so many “why” to ask, but I can’t spit out a word.

In the whole world, I could only hear the sound of wind whistling through the blood hole in my heart. The barbs covered with barbs and sharp sounds like shadows, like maggots attached to their bones, and never leave me until the second life.

Now, it has followed the Third World again.

It seems that I can't get rid of this terrifying memory for life.

You will never understand the heart-abrewing pain that clearly has drunk Mengpo soup but remembers it as if it were the first time.

Later, I finally figured it out.

Unless I fill the blood hole with my own hands, the whistling sound of the heart that sways people's hearts will not pass through my chest again (incessantly) and it will be cold and painful.

Fortunately, fortunately, I am back in the third life.

I have to pay back the debts I owe.

The Buddha said that the cycle of reincarnation in the world, and everything has a certain number.

The only regret is that my life was changed with my brother who was as miserable as me, due to the thoughts of my parents.
Chapter completed!