Three years ago, Ruan Ji'an, the top extraditer in Nancheng, and Bo Yeran, the rebel, were forced to cooperate in an "out of control extradition" in the north.
In the wind and snow, in that abandoned logging cabin, in order to resist the extreme cold that could freeze the soul, the two hugged tightly, which turned into a crazy entanglement that was almost desperate and smelled of blood.
When dawn came, the two parted ways, and that night became an unspeakable taboo.
Three years later, Bo Yeran returned to Nancheng with the mysterious young man Lin Xun, detonating the "Key Language" crisis that could destroy the world. Ruan Ji'an pointed his gun at the man again, only to find that the old wounds left three years ago had never really scabbed over.
"If hell really opens the door this time, I will weld it shut with you."
——The cold-faced and restrained extraditer Ruan Ji'an x the violent and affectionate gatekeeper Bo Yeran
Intention: All rules are to restrain the weak, and our existence is to carve out a fire called "humanity" in the cold procedures. If the end point of extradition is nothingness, then I would like to transform into a door and always leave a glimmer of hope for you in that snowstorm that spans three years.