The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

It was already the end of February, and March was quickly approaching. The snow that year was highly abnormal.

There were unusual signs in the sky, and I feared that this year would be a tumultuous autumn.

Jin Zijin’s thoughts suddenly turned to Gu Youyou. She always seemed to feel cold; with the continuous heavy snowfall, I wondered if she was too afraid of the freeze to leave her house.

In reality, she probably wanted to go out and see the snow, or perhaps build a strange snowman.

The emperor’s expression was somewhat unsightly as he watched Jin Zijin’s profile. To his surprise, he saw him smile slightly.

It was not the same insincere, mocking smile that didn’t reach his eyes—it weighed even heavier on his heart.

Being too sentimental was not good for him.

And especially for such a woman.