[Era + sweet pet + rebirth + rough man with the king of hell face in the Northeast VS glutinous rice balls with black sesame filling in the South]
When Shen Yuan was put on the green leather train from the south by her biological father, she only had an old cotton-padded jacket left by her mother.
Sold to a crippled old widower for three thousand yuan.
No one asked her if she wanted to.
She died in a glacier in her last life. In this life, I escaped into the blizzard and fell into the threshold of a man.
Pei Zhao.
The coldest and toughest person in the forest farm.
Everyone said that he had the face of the King of Hell, could kill his comrades in arms, and even his own father and mother could not enter his door.
But he would get up before dawn to heat the kang on her end.
He would squat down and rub her frozen fingers with snow bit by bit.
When everyone is about to take her away, she will say something with a stern face——
"Her surname is not Liu. If you touch her again, take off your arm."
Shen Yuan thought this was home.
She began to learn to make a fire, learn to stew meat, and learn to make this wooden house with only two people emit smoke and smoke.
She thought that the protection of strangers was far more reliable than blood relatives.
Until she accidentally discovered that the man who gave her all the warmth might be related to her uncle's death...
One couldn't believe it, and the other didn't dare to stay.
Can they still hold on to the only light in this wind and snow for each other?
