Chihiro Sengoku, twenty-eight years and several months old, single. Between her hangover and lack of makeup, she looked even more worn than usual.
This was the sight Sogo Doma found before him, and it left the woman staring blankly as she muttered, "Hehe... an old lady, an old lady... I suppose so..."
Sogo Doma actually felt a little sorry for her.
"Honestly, there's no need to care about what people call you... If you put on some makeup and took better care of yourself, ma'am, people might think you were a charming beauty around thirty. They definitely wouldn't think you were over thirty-five!" Sogo Doma always knew when to show his goodwill.
Chihiro Sengoku: (T_T)
Was that supposed to comfort her? Damn it, it would have been better if he had said nothing! What did he mean, put on makeup and take better care of herself, and people would only think she was thirty? She was only thirty, okay? Th-thirty-five... Did she really look that old already?
Once humans were cast into hell, they became tainted by a vicious aura. In other words, they went dark!
Perhaps he had pushed her too far. Chihiro Sengoku began to sneer.
"Hehe... Kid, words like 'old lady' aren't something you can just..." After sneering, she staggered to her feet from the floor like a zombie.
Sogo Doma nodded understandingly. "I get it. You've reached that stage of life where you'd hide your age even if it cost you your life. Looks like you still need some time before you can get used to it, ma'am!"
Chihiro Sengoku collapsed and could not get back up.
What did he mean, get used to it? If she kept failing to get married, she would be finished! Was she supposed to get used to being single?
Wait,