Returning on a Snowy Night

I once had the chance to be a killer, a killer like my master. But then I didn't become a killer, and of course I didn't become a hero, because heroes are fearless, but I had concerns. I called myself an orphan, so my life was my own, and I would eventually become a prodigal son. This is the fate of the children of the world. There are no heroes in the world, only lonely lone heroes in the world. Sword and wine, flowers and moon, beauty and country. I have a sword and wine. Food Guide Unrequited love, no cp text, first person. (Male protagonist's perspective) Intention: Tender love!