She is Yin Mo, a body cosmetologist in a funeral home, a special profession.
A pair of eyes as black as ink stone, she closed her eyes and fell asleep calmly, as if nothing could affect her leisurely mood for a short break.
She looked at him with eyes, their eyes were as cold as the winter temperature, without any warmth at all.
I never thought that that look, a look for thousands of years, would never be easily forgotten again.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
