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 draped her cloak over his shoulders. Seeing him smile, she smiled back. "Is it done","Zi Mo, let's pay back what we owe him, together. In this life or the next."。