Remarrying into a Golden Age

A delicate brazier sat on the carved wooden table. It offered a little warmth in the cold of winter, but it could not warm Ling Xiaoxiao's heart, which had grown numb with cold. Wisps of blue smoke curled from the brazier, carrying a faint fragrance. Ling Xiaoxiao lounged lazily against the couch, looking indifferent. The man before her, on the other hand, looked uneasy and uncertain as he gazed at her. The atmosphere was strange and awkward. Luo Haitian gave a quiet cough and cleared his throat. “Xiaoxiao, I have something I want to talk to you about.” He motioned for the maids attending them to leave, but Ling Xiaoxiao...