Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

"He's dead." Faced with life and death, even the most eloquent words seemed pale and powerless. Qin Luoyan didn't know what to say, so she simply used the simplest words to sum up everything.,Fu Zi Mo immediately frowned, "What does it matter to me if they are together or not! Look, it's the middle of the night, you've seen me and I've spoken to you. We should go back to sleep!",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.。