Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

"There's still…" Fu Zimuo hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking, "Yin Qi has disappeared.",After swaying for more than an hour, the carriage finally came to a stop.,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.。