The borderlands of Wucheng are battered by wind year-round, and shrouded in darkness that never quite washes away.
Forensic pathologist Wen Zhile stays by her small dissection table, using cold instruments to uncover the truth behind every death. She thought the rest of her life would hold nothing but law and bones, with no more stirrings of the heart.
Then she met Lu Zheng, a special police officer stationed on the southwestern border.
He is the sharpest blade on the border, constantly walking the line between life and death. Weathered and scarred, he silently shoulders the safety of an entire city.
Through countless late-night callouts and desperate moments when they stood side by side, he was never tender in front of others, but every time, he made sure I was safe.
I slowly fell for him in the little things no one else noticed, secretly hiding my unrequited love and believing we had all the time in the world.
But the undercurrents of cross-border crime surged, and retribution closed in at every step.
To shut out every danger and pull me completely out of the abyss, Lu Zheng severed every tie with his own hands.
Coldness in public, deliberate distance, words that cut to the heart, and a final, uncompromising line between us.
I endured rumors and suspicion, and a heart shattered to pieces. After countless long nights of inner turmoil, I came to believe that the love that began amid wind and snow would end with us as strangers.
Only when the major case was over and the fog had cleared did I see the blood and tears hidden behind his cold facade: working undercover alone, bearing a tarnished name, surviving countless brushes with death, and shouldering all the darkness by himself.
His apparent indifference was armor to keep me safe; his cruelty was the greatest sacrifice he could make for me.
The scalpel had once laid bare the evils of the world. In the end, all I wanted was to soothe the scars left by half a lifetime of hardship.
After enduring misunderstanding and separation, we finally found a home together in Jincheng, where every year of the rest of our lives was filled with happiness.