My Brother Held the Umbrella Over Me as the Snow Fell

In a haze, all the splendor fades away, and a towering hatred is already at its last gasp. I open my eyes, and the flames blaze anew. In the end, a spark will set the prairie ablaze and burn the mortal world to ashes... He transmigrates through the cycles of time and space, reborn in what seems to be his homeland. His people’s fate is full of misfortune, as if ordained by destiny, and their trials seem to defy the will of Heaven. Yet he must fight back. Once the filth is cleared away, I am kind at heart. Though caught in a chaotic age, I will never abandon my beliefs. The regrets of my past life, lived thirty years ago, will be put right tonight, sixty years later!