"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.,Early in the morning, Fu Zimo had Jin Mu prepare a carriage.,"This is…" Her gaze fell on Fu Zimo's back, her eyes instantly moistening because Fu Zimo was already kneeling before a small tombstone.。