
Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan
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author: <p>Smoke like
Er Ya looked at Qin Luo Yan, then at Wu Yi. In her eyes, there seemed to be a trace of reluctance flowing.,"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.。