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.,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.,She opened her eyes, looking at him with resentment, her puffed-up appearance was rather amusing to Fu Zimo.。