Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Qin Luoyan hugged Fu Zimu's waist, but her heart was filled with a warmth she had never felt before. Perhaps, in this turbulent world of ever-changing fortunes, she was only a small force pushing things forward. But when all the dust settled, they were both still alive. That was already very good, very good.,Early in the morning, Fu Zimo had Jin Mu prepare a carriage.,The wind in the mountains was a little chilly, mixed with the scent of herbs.。