Literary Edition
That gentle and handsome face, that face that appeared in my dreams countless times, that face that I thought I would never see again, now appears in front of my eyes, within my reach.
"Wen Lue, I've heard about Master Anmo's name a long time ago. We can meet today..." His voice also had a faint smell of books. He said his name was Wen Lue, not Ye Hao. Ye Hao is already dead, dead.
I felt a cold yet slightly warm liquid slide across my face, "Ling." The ghost in the dark night walked out of the darkness, knelt on one knee in front of me, waiting for instructions, "What is this?" I pointed to the liquid on my face. He slowly raised his head, the sadness in his eyes getting thicker and thicker, "It's your tears."
"I don't know how I feel now, but I know you are the one I care about."
Vernacular version
It is the love history of a former boss of a killer organization who is a bit cold-blooded and a bit cowardly and dare not love.
The story of an awkward and tsundere who is cold-blooded and attacked in various ways (I won't tell you that this is a love story written by multiple people)