In the great snowstorm over Apocalypse City, Su Muyu won the realm and lost the whole human world.
When Zhuo Qing fell, Su Muyu's hair was white as snow. He held Su Changhe in his arms as his body slowly grew cold.
For the next twelve years, he kept watch over a grave. The Dark River became nothing more than an apothecary, until Bai Hehuai said what no one else had: You aren't guarding the Dark River. The person in your heart has never been me.
At last, he admitted it, but twelve years had passed.
The one person he had wanted to spend the rest of his life with had died in the snow long ago.
When he opened his eyes again, it was a rainy night at the Spider Nest.
His hair was black, his old wounds were gone, and Su Changhe stood at the door with a jug of wine, laughing that he slept more deeply than a dead man.
This time, he had returned to three days before the head of the family was poisoned.
He was no longer naive, yet he still chose to trust.
With the ledger of his previous life in hand, he changed everyone's date of death, one step at a time: saving A Luo, who had taken the poison meant for the head of the family; stopping Su Changhe from secretly practicing the Yanmo Palm; pulling Mu Qingyang and Mu Xuewei out of the fire; letting Tang Lianyue live long enough to propose to Mu Yumo; and intercepting the poisoned tea the emperor had bestowed on Prince Langya.
Beneath the walls of Apocalypse City, he cut down the eldest prince with a single sword strike in broad daylight. Then, using his umbrella as a sheath and his will as a blade, he unleashed the Seven Slays and Six Extinctions Sword without falling to the demonic path.
As for Bai Hehuai, the woman who had seen through him first, she let go without resentment and became his sworn sister and confidante. She traveled the world healing the sick, and found love elsewhere.
When the wind and snow had cleared, the two men rode out of the city wearing rings engraved with spider lilies.
The days ahead were long.
