Many years later, Su Lun was sitting on the top of Shuoyun Mountain, with a full moon behind him. Everything was silver-white, even the snow fox cloak on his body was silver-white. He faced the moonlight, his face hidden in the darkness, and his expression was unclear. . . .
If - if he could let go of his hatred, if the facts were known earlier, would he still be by his side now, holding hands to see the snow on thousands of mountains, and the picturesque landscape?
But where does the if come from? By the time he wants the if, he has already taken someone else's hand, and the world is far away——
It was he who fed him the fatal poison little by little with tenderness in his mouth, and he, as if unknown, swallowed the love he said with his own mouth, only hoping that he could untie his heart knot, confess everything, and feed him the antidote with his own hands.
Pity. . . . . .
"You - you killed Yun Wei who loved you with your own hands, so how come you want Yun Wei from me?" Yun smiled, as calm and gentle as ever: "He died a year ago during the Shangyuan Festival."
That year, when the sky was full of fire and flowers, he gave him nightmares, and he gave him salvation. . . . . .