Crash scene: she dies on the spot. Autopsy table: she opens her eyes. Phoenix Castro—27, ex-rock frontwoman, and sharp-tongued—has now become a walking, talking corpse who’ll never have a heartbeat again. The only person who knows her secret is Johnny Li, the OCD forensic pathologist of Chinese descent. To avoid being dragged to the incinerator, she’s forced into a “temporary preservation pact” with the ice-cold coroner: • Every night, she has to stay in the morgue’s freezer, kept at a constant 4°C to slow down decay; • Johnny changes her medical ice packs and antiseptic dressings daily to prevent any smell; • She uses high-coverage foundation and long sleeves/high necklines to hide her wounds, only showing her face during live streams and never letting anyone get close enough to touch. When the shadowy experimental organization shows up to reclaim this “perfectly revived specimen,” the ice-cold coroner tightens his grip on the scalpel for the first time: “Want to touch her? Ask the scalpel in my hand first.” A love story in the morgue, a scorching romance sworn by ice and blood. When the flame is frozen and the heartbeat stops, love still burns.