Fu ZiMo brought Qin LuoYan to stay quietly in the inn for a few days. He didn't speak, and Qin LuoYan didn't ask. She only noticed that as the days went by, more and more carrier pigeons arrived in the courtyard. Those carrier pigeons flew in from all directions, carrying unintelligible words and handwriting. Fu ZiMo’s daily work was to constantly read letters and reply to them.,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.。