Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Until the seventh day, a dove flew in from the north. He took a tube from the dove's leg, unfolded the letter, and smiled.,"There's still…" Fu Zimuo hesitated for a moment before slowly speaking, "Yin Qi has disappeared.",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.。