"Evening Sunny Under the North Star"
"The ice fields of Moscow met the only warm sun."
That night, the streets of Moscow were freezing and windy.
Viktor Alexandrovich Ivanov, who had just finished a bloody purge, was sitting in the car in the cold. Outside the car window, a petite oriental face was saying goodbye to his friends with a smile. The smile was pure and bright, like a bullet, instantly hitting his heart that had been frozen for decades.
The uncrowned king of the Russian underworld declared its fall that night.
Su Wanqing only knew that she seemed to be targeted by a great big shot.
He is as handsome as a god in Norse mythology, but has terrifying power over everything.
He broke into her life forcefully, swept away all storms for her, and protected her under his wings of absolute safety. He would become jealous because she said one more word to her classmates, and he would hold her tightly in his arms late at night, like an insecure child, asking for her breath and warmth.
Until there was an assassination attempt on him, and blood splattered in front of her.
Wan Qing was horrified to discover that the "commercial giant" she thought was actually the underworld emperor walking on the edge of a knife.
His hands were full of filth and he was in darkness, but he insisted on forcing a pure light.
"Qingqing," his ice-blue eyes were full of paranoid affection and possessiveness, "Once you see my world, don't even think about leaving it."
This is a long-planned encounter and a cage woven with extreme tenderness.
When the warm sun from the east melts the ice of Siberia, who will be the ultimate winner?
