This is a picturesque small mountain. It's not very tall, but it's ethereal and beautiful, especially in the morning when there are wisps of mist that seem to dance, giving one the feeling of being in a fairyland.,"This is…" Her gaze fell on Fu Zimo's back, her eyes instantly moistening because Fu Zimo was already kneeling before a small tombstone.,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.。