The Ice-Cold Funeral Director's Little Candy

[Forceful Love + Sky Burial Priest in the Snowy Mountains + Soft Little Sweetie + Tibetan Secrets + Obsessive Possessiveness]

Cool, aloof sky burial priest × soft, adorable girl who paints landscapes, with domineering pursuit and obsessive madness.

At the sky burial site, he wields the Dust-Cutting Blade. A cold-faced demon feared by all, he severs worldly ties and keeps the living at a distance.

Until Ruan Ran, a lost college freshman, blunders into his frozen world like a little sweetie who has no idea what she’s getting into.

She tips up her small face and asks in a soft, earnest voice, “Excuse me, how do I get to the sky burial site? I’m here to paint.”

Yundan Suolang lowers his eyes, his voice as cold as the mountain night breeze. “Keep walking and jump. Then you’ll find the scenery you’re looking for.”

Everyone fears his cold detachment, but she alone dares to get closer, little by little.

When her hands are cold, she secretly rubs them against the warmth of his sleeve. When she’s afraid of the dark, she quietly stays in his tent and refuses to leave.

He thought he was born without a heart or attachments, until she broke into the forbidden grounds of the sky burial site in search of the legendary “White Flower of the Afterlife” and collapsed in front of him.

For the first time, the young man who never lost his composure had red eyes. He shielded her with his body, his voice hoarse and demonic.

“Ruan Ran, you are my life. Even if I have to go to hell, I’ll drag you back.”

He protects her, pampers her, imprisons her, and loves her, hiding her completely away in his world while shouldering all the darkness and secrets alone.

He grips the Dust-Cutting Blade, his eyes as cold as ice. Each word falls like a blade. “Touch her, and you’re dead.”