Blizzard night, she is the poison I cannot touch.

The blizzard cut off all escape routes. Isla Beaumont was trapped at his girlfriend’s best friend Alden Prescott’s house, the two of them always at odds. Under the dim floor lamp, Alden Prescott’s gaze was full of thorns, while Isla Beaumont carried in the chill of the snowstorm and a steaming hot pizza. From the very start, this impasse spun out of control; the verbal sparks between them imperceptibly changed their flavor, turning into a kind of dangerous, fatal attraction. Outside, the bitter cold of minus twenty degrees. Inside, the knife named “betrayal” was pressed against both their throats.