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.,He had always said he wasn't a good person, so he exploited Yin Qi's feelings for Qin Luo Yan. He knew that Yin Qi would only make mistakes when facing Qin Luo Yan's father. An enemy's mistake is one's own advantage—how could Fu Zi Mo not understand this,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.。