Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

A girl just beginning to blossom and a cold man, perhaps neither of them realized that some things had already changed unknowingly.,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.,The wind in the mountains was a little chilly, mixed with the scent of herbs.。