
Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan
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author: <p>Smoke like
A girl just beginning to blossom and a cold man, perhaps neither of them realized that some things had already changed unknowingly.,"Zi Mo, let's pay back what we owe him, together. In this life or the next.",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.。