Winter plum blossoms stood proud, their bones defying winter; Baixue saw the traveler home.
Frost gathered, bending branches at dusk; the wanderer returned south with the swallows.
Long had he lived another's dream; at parting, both found quiet joy.
Every two steps, a kowtow; smiles and tears returned together...
Su Mo changed from the youth's appearance back to his own... His white robes fluttered, his white hair tied up, his features exceptionally delicate.
In the snow-covered courtyard, the one who had originally worn the youth's appearance slowly pushed open the courtyard gate, smiling tears brimming in his eyes. He plunged into the woman's arms as she beamed at him.
"Mother, I missed you so much!" The youth nestled in the woman's embrace, his smiling words choked with tears.
The woman paused slightly, then raised her hand and slowly patted the youth's back, saying softly, "All that matters is that you're home... All that matters is that you're home!"
The two held each other for a long time...
The youth slowly turned to look at Su Mo and said, "Thank you... for the ending you created!"
Su Mo silently shook his head...
The altar's first trial had begun the moment he entered the dream. Only, this trial took place within someone else's dream...
Perhaps within the dream of someone who had already been dead for countless years.
Ever since entering the dream, Su Mo had not known how he had influenced its course.
Perhaps he had merely done what he thought he would do?
Yet he did not know what choice the youth had made back then.
Had it been right? Wrong? Or perhaps... it had nothing to do with right or wrong!
This dream had been long, long enough to span an entire lifetime.
Within this dream, it felt as