Jiang Yue was also skeptical about this tempting reward: "Really? You don't seem very reliable."

The system desperately wanted to yell at the top of its lungs, "What's wrong with him?!"

There is no more diligent system in the world!

She's the unreliable one.

They deliberately don't play by the rules.

Oh dear, you'll find out what it is then.

[Usually, it's giving you a chance to choose your destiny again.]

Jiang Yue listened for the time being, neither being fooled by the system's sweet talk nor influenced by these words.

She said calmly, "You'd better believe it."

The system doesn't dare to make any definitive statements now; anything can happen with her!

The system, with a non-existent tail between its legs, slunk away.

It's snowing again outside, and the heavy snow doesn't seem like it'll stop anytime soon.

Jiang Yue came downstairs in her warm pajamas. She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a long time, her fingers touching the cold, transparent glass. Using the mist covering it, she childishly wrote a few words.

The servants in the house are now even more careful around Jiang Yue than before. The master had also instructed them to take good care of her before leaving early this morning.

The butler stood behind her and said, "Madam, lunch is ready. Please have something to eat first."

After a pause, perhaps thinking that she liked watching the snow, he thought for a moment and then said in a low voice, "The weather forecast shows that it will snow heavily for several more days. You can come and see it after you finish eating."

Jiang Yue reluctantly withdrew her hand. She was also a little hungry; she had used up too much energy last night, and her stomach was empty.

She went to the restaurant.

The butler glanced curiously at the glass; the writing was still there, the words prominent and clear, almost too shocking.

— [Zhou Ji, you big idiot.]

Her handwriting is beautiful.

The brushstrokes are sharp and bold, and the characters are slender and elegant.

If we disregard the content, this could be considered a decent work of calligraphy.

Just then, her husband called. It seemed that his wife hadn't checked her phone, or perhaps she had but ignored him.

"Is she awake?"

"Have someone wake her up and get her something to eat."

The butler quickly replied, "Sir, Madam has woken up."

Zhou Ji asked, "What is she doing now?"

The butler thought for a moment and decided to put it nicely: "Madam is having lunch right now."

Zhou Ji hummed in agreement, seemingly wanting to know more: "What happened just now?"

The housekeeper grunted, feeling quite troubled. He didn't know what to say; he couldn't very well say that Madam had just been watching the snow and, incidentally, that the housekeeper was a complete idiot.

The living room of the villa is equipped with surveillance cameras.

The housekeeper couldn't hide it, so he could only silently send the few words his wife had just written on the glass to his husband.

When Zhou Ji received the photo, he was initially amazed by her beautiful handwriting.

The handwriting is elegant and proud, exuding a dignified and unyielding spirit.

After watching for a moment, he realized that these people were cursing him.

Big idiot?

The man smiled silently, seemingly unconcerned.

He suddenly sighed again, unsure whether to say that Jiang Yue was smart or not. Her temper hadn't changed much; she was capricious and her likes and dislikes were very obvious.

She didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it at all.

No matter how much a person's personality changes, even drastically, it's impossible for their handwriting to change drastically as well.

The handwriting is already formed and cannot be changed.

The two words I signed when I got married were completely different from what they are now.

In fact, Zhou Ji could hardly remember what Jiang Yue used to be like.

After they got their marriage certificate, they had no further contact.

Seeing that the gentleman seemed to be lost in thought, Assistant Shen gently reminded him, "Sir, the meeting is about to begin."

Zhou Ji snapped out of his reverie and said calmly, "I understand."

He stood up, casually buttoned up his suit jacket, and stood tall and straight, exuding a chilling, authoritative aura even when he wasn't smiling: "Let's go."

Jiang Yue's days at home are quite leisurely.

After lunch, she suddenly said, "I'm going to build a snowman."

The housekeeper looked troubled. It was several degrees below zero outside, and his wife's health had never been good. If she caught a chill, she would inevitably fall ill again. "Madam, it's very cold outside."

Jiang Yue wasn't particularly afraid of the cold; even the coldest city couldn't compare to the north winds from the border.

Although she has delicate skin, she is not incapable of enduring hardship.

I feel fine.

"Or should I have them build one for you? I'm afraid your body can't withstand the cold wind and snow outside."

Jiang Yue knew the housekeeper was a good person, but she didn't like what he said.

Perhaps she was born disliking being controlled, and she wasn't some fragile porcelain that couldn't do anything.

Jiang Yue didn't say anything more and walked straight outside.

The wind rushed in and chilled her to the bone, but it was still within her tolerance level.

At least this wind and snow aren't like knives; they only feel cold on the face, but they don't hurt.

Jiang Yue focused intently on building a snowman in the courtyard. For a few moments, she felt as if she had returned to the past, back to the courtyard of the princess's palace, where she was wearing a cloak and running around in the snow with great enthusiasm, finally building a tall snowman.

Her fingers were red from the cold, and she put on fluffy gloves to keep out the biting frost. She was having a great time rolling snowballs when she heard the butler's voice behind her.

"Young Master, it's cold outside."

Zhou Zhengchu was sent to the old house in the morning and was not sent back until noon. After finishing his homework, he couldn't wait to go to his mother's bedroom, but he didn't see her.

Then I saw my mother building a snowman in the yard.

He rushed downstairs and dashed out like a gust of wind.

The little boy was wearing only a beige sweater, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were round, dark, and bright like stars.

Jiang Yue saw the little boy run up to her and heard him ask cautiously, "Mommy, can I join your game?"

Jiang Yue glanced at his thin clothes, paused for a few seconds, then took off the scarf from her neck and slowly wrapped it around the boy's neck. The soft wool almost covered the lower half of his face, covering him completely, revealing only his beautiful, dark, and bright eyes.

The little boy looked a bit bewildered.

What followed was an overwhelming surge of love.

He clutched the scarf his mother had given him, feeling incredibly happy.

This was the happiest winter he had ever had.

As the snow fell, he finally found a patch of warm soil, just as he had hoped.