You could see that she had been crying. Black mascara-stained sheets of the outline of her eyes. She was smiling bravely despite her tearful eyes. It was characteristic of her that she was able to react like that. As I looked at it as, I was overcome with a feeling of affection and appreciation for them. She believed with all my heart just to love, not only in stories but also in life.
you did was, alas, felt. She lived. Breakfast was taught her that if you look at the game not only took in, one would never know how it would be. She had therefore agreed to it, and it had done her good.
