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.,"This is…" Her gaze fell on Fu Zimo's back, her eyes instantly moistening because Fu Zimo was already kneeling before a small tombstone.,The wind in the mountains was a little chilly, mixed with the scent of herbs.。