Frozen Vow

On a Moscow winter night, snow fell without a sound. Su Wanting, a travel journalist, chased stories through the frozen city, only to stumble into the arms of the taciturn Wei Zheng in a dimly lit bar. That man had eyes that could see through every mask, a cold, hard shell concealing a fire that burned fiercely within. She thought it was nothing more than a dangerous game of pursuit and seduction, unaware that she was stepping, little by little, into the abyss he had carefully laid. When he roughly dragged her out of the bar, she still didn't know—some nights, once set in motion, can never be returned to.