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 night advanced over the north coast of the United States with the parsimony of a winter settling in without asking permission. Outside the medical facilities, the thick sea mist mingled with the season's freezing wind, coating the pine bark and the surrounding cliffs in a thin, crystalline layer of frost. Inside the rehabilitation suite, however, time remained suspended in a haven of dim light and constant warmth. The fragrance of apple-cinnamon tea had long dissipated, leaving only the clean, raw scent of cedarwood and the rhythmic, comforting sound of the electric fireplace flickering in the corner of the room. It was an isolation engineered specifically for recovery, far removed from the sensory overload of the competitive arena.


Chapter 83 - The Lines of Memory