A village where snowflakes are flying all day long, when the white snowflakes are dyed bright red. Where should the ignorant girl go?
An assassin who has been associated with betrayal all his life, when truth and falsehood collide. How should hands stained with blood hold their own happiness?
Girl: "Hey, Mr. Kisame! Can I hold your hand?"
"Don't get too close to me, these hands are covered with the blood of my compatriots."
Her small hands tightly grasped the generous palms, and the girl raised her cheeks with a bright smile. A pair of eyes filled with tiny starlight stared at the man seriously, "Gentle Kisame-san, I like it best!"
Fingers clasped together, "I only have a small wish. I hope I can always be by Mr. Kisame's side, forever and ever..."
Purpose: Warmth dedicated to Mr. Kisame