Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

"Get out of the car." Fu Zimo didn't even bother to meet her gaze, instead lifting the car curtain and stepping out first.,The wind in the mountains was a little chilly, mixed with the scent of herbs.,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.。