Sixty-one

stily took off her sunglasses, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, looking pitifully pitiful."Not ink…" She had only applied light makeup, her skin was flawless, besides her eyes being slightly...g too many times and have long since given up thinking about it. After all, it's a matter of mutual consent, and it's an internal affair within the hospice. Everyone just turns a blind eye and lets it...