"He's dead." Faced with life and death, even the most eloquent words seemed pale and powerless. Qin Luoyan didn't know what to say, so she simply used the simplest words to sum up everything.,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.,Qin Luoyan hugged Fu Zimu's waist, but her heart was filled with a warmth she had never felt before. Perhaps, in this turbulent world of ever-changing fortunes, she was only a small force pushing things forward. But when all the dust settled, they were both still alive. That was already very good, very good.。