Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Fu ZiMo brought Qin LuoYan to stay quietly in the inn for a few days. He didn't speak, and Qin LuoYan didn't ask. She only noticed that as the days went by, more and more carrier pigeons arrived in the courtyard. Those carrier pigeons flew in from all directions, carrying unintelligible words and handwriting. Fu ZiMo’s daily work was to constantly read letters and reply to them.,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.,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.。