As a killer, I am destined to have no love in my life, because for a killer, love is something that can be encountered but cannot be sought. An assassination, a frame-up, the ruthless killer Manzhu, was shot in the chest by the first warm man she gave her. She was ruthless and did not live up to the little warmth in her heart. At the moment when he knocked her off the cliff, Manzhuer recalled her short and ruthless life, and the words "Princess" completely awakened Manzhu. When he wakes up again, he is no longer the cold-blooded killer, but the princess of Long Shahua. So what about the princess? Will her cold heart still be warm?