Master said that an assassin must never have feelings. An assassin burdened by love is destined to die without a grave.
I don't believe that.
My master's wife died twenty years ago, and he has loved her all this time.
I think I'll find a man as devoted as my master.
We'll love each other, grow old together,
and never part, in life or death.
Reader's guide:
A deeply melodramatic story written to indulge my tastes, with both men and women suffering.
Comments are welcome.
Theme: Love life
