Er Ya looked at Qin Luo Yan, then at Wu Yi. In her eyes, there seemed to be a trace of reluctance flowing.,The wind in the mountains was a little chilly, mixed with the scent of herbs.,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.。