Separation
They used to call me Meng Jiang.
Now, I am The Lady With Eternal Grieves, whose husband's soul scattered without any way to return. Thus, unable to reincarnate, to face new world, to face new life without familiar presence, I told the young immortals to cherish what they could lose, and often it becomes too late. I gathered the herb from various earthly ponds, and brewed Mi Hun Tang, intending to force myself to forget the pain. But I was too weak, too afraid to face life without him. Too afraid of falling again, too afraid of my own faith. Then a crying young immortal came to me, I could only offer a temporal solution. She begs of it regardless. Now, I am called Meng Po. Now, I serve the soup of Forgetfulness for souls who will reincarnate. Let not they be burden by the grief of life, love, and death. Let not they be like I am.
