More than 20 years of career as a killer have long since numbed that scarred heart. He has already seen through the desolation of the world and the impermanence of life and death. His cold and hard heart will never waver in the slightest.
I can only follow the established fate and watch myself fall into complete ruin step by step.
Fell into endless darkness.
There will no longer be any desire for happiness and pursuit of light in my heart.
Until the moment I met her...
Her picturesque smile bloomed among the white snow and red plum blossoms, and she quietly met his cold eyes, gently shedding the first ray of sunshine in his heart.
That was the only salvation in his broken life.
However, that is also the happiness that he is destined to live up to.
Only, choose to escape...
He is like a piece of ice that has not melted for thousands of years
She is like a pool of clear water flowing slowly
Is it water that turns into ice? Or does ice dissolve in water?