Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Wu Yi let out a long sigh and remained silent for a while.,Qin Luoyan draped her cloak over his shoulders. Seeing him smile, she smiled back. "Is it done",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.。