Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Wu Yi let out a long sigh and remained silent for a while.,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.,The two knelt before Xiao Fan's grave for a long time, their backs straight, yet still giving off a mournful feeling. It wasn't until the sun emerged from behind the mountain peak, its rays filtering through the branches of the peach blossom tree and falling upon the two figures, that the air of sorrow lessened by a fraction.。