The ice is a cold surface, but for them, it was the only place where they remembered being happy. After being wounded by the people they trusted most, fate hands them a second chance in the form of a childhood love. A bond that resurfaces with a single glance, yet comes with a question burned into their minds: "Don’t you remember me?"
​Their love story has only just begun, but the shadows of the past are not willing to let them go. With vengeance looming over their private lives and sabotage threatening their skating careers, danger is everywhere. Will their light withstand the chill of betrayal, or will they ultimately shatter under the pressure?

The blinding glare of the main arena's overhead spotlights fractured against the frozen surface with an intense, near-deafening brilliance. It was the morning of the International Open, and the atmosphere within the executive VIP boxes radiated a gélid, absolute tension that mirrored the sub-zero temperature of the facility. Seated in the absolute front row of the Central Box, directly suspended above the panel of technical judges, Aibek remained completely motionless. His beautiful light-brown hair, meticulously straightened and cascading long down to his back, tapered into a flawless V-shaped length that stood out sharply against the dark upholstery of the seat. His slender hands gripped the armrests with such violent force that his knuckles drained of all color, matching the pale white of the ice below, while his onyx eyes remained locked in a desperate fixation on the rink's entrance.


Chapter 63 - THE CRACKING OF THE FRONT ROW