After being in a total coma for three months, Zhou Zishu woke up at last. He felt like an entire set of heavy shackles had been unburdened from him, his entire body becoming lighter, sans his right hand — that was being gripped tightly by someone who was apparently exhausted, as he was leaning to the side for a doze.

Zhou Zishu was momentarily distracted, thinking of the events that had led to this point just as if they were from a lifetime ago.

In the end, however, he simply stared at their entwined hands for a while, smiling gently. Yesterday, he had died when he had gone to bed, then awoken as someone new the next. The years that had passed were for nothing other than awaiting someone like this, who could stay with him both morning and night, holding his hand.

The translator says: Well, well, well. The first translated chapter of FW was posted in 2018, and here we are on the final one, in 2021. That’s a lot of years. Hope the wait was worth it, hohoho. Thanks for all the support from everyone that donated, as well as the commissioners! ‘Twas fun.
I have no intention of making digital versions of this one, because I didn’t personally translate it in its entirety. One day, I might come back and do my own version of this from scratch (since, all things considered, I did do its predecessor, Lord Seventh), but that wouldn’t be for a very, very, very long time. I’d prefer to concentrate on novels that haven’t been completed yet for right now. Until then, aside from some inconsistencies between translators (the second’s Four Seasons Manor vs. the first’s… *gets magnifying glass* “””Si Ji Holdings”””), there’s nothing wrong with what’s now available.
By the way, there’s four extras after this. jjwxc only has one, but there are more. Don’t ask me why.

Extra 1: On Changming

Changming Mountain was coated in snow the year round. Upon looking all around, everything would be a vast white, like misty clouds beneath the feet. In the environs was a couple of tiny thatched huts and one small courtyard, resembling a place that an immortal would live apart from the world.

Lord Seventh was currently warming up wine.

A rich aroma faintly wafted out, then far away via the window, the spitting image of ‘unfiltered wine with green foam, and a little red clay stove.’[1] The man seemed to be able to live life in elegance and comfort, even if he had been reduced to living in a forest deep in the mountains.