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.,He inserted three burning incense sticks into the censer, then turned to beckon her over. "Come here, and have a chat with your senior brother," he said.,"This life, I owe him." Fu Zimu said faintly, pulling Qin Luoyan to kneel before Xiao Fan's grave again.。