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.,Fu Zi Mo walked in front, she followed behind him. After about half a cup of tea, they arrived at a clearing on the mountainside. The clearing was filled with peach trees. The flowers had not yet bloomed, but there were sprigs of new green on the branches, filling one with hope for the future when they would blossom.,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.。