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.,After swaying for more than an hour, the carriage finally came to a stop.,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.。