Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

She opened her eyes, looking at him with resentment, her puffed-up appearance was rather amusing to Fu Zimo.,"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.。