She is Yin Mo, a mortuary makeup artist at a funeral home, a member of a very unusual profession.
Her eyes are black as inkstones. She closes them calmly, resting with her eyes shut, as if nothing could disturb this brief moment of peace.
Their eyes met. Both their gazes were as cold as the winter air, without a trace of warmth.
She never imagined that one glance would last a lifetime, impossible to forget.
Premise: Though the story is short, it's worth savoring.
