"Did you forget you said you'd be good to me for a lifetime? Did you forget when you said you'd listen to me forever when our eldest was born? Husband, I worry myself sick for you."
The heavy snow in the Northwest was cold and sharp as a blade. Standing under the eaves, Jiang Jiangyu was wearing just a thin layer of clothing, her complexion turned pale, and her lips were purple from the cold as she tightly grasped Lin Aidang's arm.
"I can't bear to see you suffer, can't stand you being ostracized, or having you be downcast every day, without fulfilling your ambitions in life. Please don't blame me for keeping things from you, okay?"
"You are my love. If I wasn't afraid of worrying you, how could I keep things from you? Your father ignores me on such a big matter, so I had to approach my own father."
Hearing these repeated words, Lin Aidang exhaled a white misty breath, looking at his trembling wife, unwilling to let her fall ill. He dragged her inside the room.
