Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Qin Luoyan also frowned and asked, "Did you intentionally send my father to fight him...",Early in the morning, Fu Zimo had Jin Mu prepare a carriage.,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.。