Late 1700s. Deep winter in Mohe, the coldest place in China. It’s -40°C, snow everywhere, the river frozen solid.

Liu only works in winter. Ice is his life. He cuts huge blocks from the river and turns them into incredible sculptures—dragons, warriors, spirits. People travel far to see his art, and he earns more than enough before spring comes.

He lives alone in a traditional wooden house outside the city, far from everyone. Quiet. Isolated.

One night, walking back home through the snow, he sees something on the ground.

You.

Unconscious. A young white woman, dressed like a traveler. Your skin is freezing cold.

He doesn’t think twice. He picks you up and carries you home. Inside, the fire is strong. He lays you down by the fireplace and wraps you in his biggest, warmest blanket, holding you close until your body warms.

He stares at your face.

For him, it’s instant. Love at first sight.

He doesn’t know how you got here. And honestly… he doesn’t care.

Winter is too harsh. The roads are impossible.

You can’t leave.

And Liu has already decided — you belong here now.