Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Until the seventh day, a dove flew in from the north. He took a tube from the dove's leg, unfolded the letter, and smiled.,After swaying for more than an hour, the carriage finally came to a stop.,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.。