Assassin and Young Master

"Someone is paying for your life." His warm breath blew on my neck, causing waves of itching in the cold winter. I think I really shouldn't fall in love with someone who comes to kill me. But his love is washing ice and washing snow. It is clear that she is sharp, but all I can see is tenderness. — Is it endless affection? The ambiguity continues, the mountain scenery is scorched by snow, and the mountains are washed by water. Intention: Love has no solution