He inserted three burning incense sticks into the censer, then turned to beckon her over. "Come here, and have a chat with your senior brother," he said.,"This life, I owe him." Fu Zimu said faintly, pulling Qin Luoyan to kneel before Xiao Fan's grave again.,A lifetime, a pair of people. Not seeking imperial power or riches, but just one heart. To never be separated until old age.。