Her name is Shen Ruotang, codenamed "Nightingale" by the M State Intelligence Agency. She has been lurking for ten years and has never failed.
His name is Gu Changyan, the youngest major general in the Military Intelligence Bureau of S country, and he controls the spy network across the entire Eurasian continent.
An accident occurred during an intelligence transaction, and she fell into the trap he set.
During the thirty days in the interrogation room, he tried every means to pry her mouth open, but she told him with her ice-hardened eyes - you can destroy me, but never try to conquer me.
But what he didn't know was that she was ready to die.
And he, late one night, accidentally removed the iron chain from her wrist.
Two years. More than seven hundred days and nights.
From a prisoner to the person beside my pillow, from the enemy's dagger to the cinnabar mole on my heart.
They thought they could steal a love between the two countries, but they forgot--
The instinct of a spy is suspicion, and the duty of a soldier is loyalty.
When country M's rescue came quietly, and when country S's pursuers followed closely, she stood on the border and looked back at him.
The sky was full of wind and snow, and his gun was aimed at her heart.
"Ruotang," he called her name, his voice colder than the Siberian winter, "If you dare to cross this line, I will pull the trigger."
She smiled, tears freezing on her face.
"Gu Changyan, you taught me one thing - in this world, what is more terrifying than betrayal is falling in love with someone you shouldn't love."
Nice. . . . .