"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.,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.,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.。