Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Qin Luoyan draped her cloak over his shoulders. Seeing him smile, she smiled back. "Is it done",Qin Luoyan walked blankly to Fu Zimo's side, staring at the two characters "Xiao Fan" on the tombstone, and suddenly burst into tears.,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.。