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.,The wind in the mountains was a little chilly, mixed with the scent of herbs.,The two knelt before Xiao Fan's grave for a long time, their backs straight, yet still giving off a mournful feeling. It wasn't until the sun emerged from behind the mountain peak, its rays filtering through the branches of the peach blossom tree and falling upon the two figures, that the air of sorrow lessened by a fraction.。