Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Qin Luoyan hugged Fu Zimu's waist, but her heart was filled with a warmth she had never felt before. Perhaps, in this turbulent world of ever-changing fortunes, she was only a small force pushing things forward. But when all the dust settled, they were both still alive. That was already very good, very good.,"This is…" Her gaze fell on Fu Zimo's back, her eyes instantly moistening because Fu Zimo was already kneeling before a small tombstone.,As they descended the mountain, their conversation on the winding path was scattered by the wind, leaving not a trace. Yet, the feelings between them were as unyielding as time itself, forever etched in their hearts.。