In the bungalow, low-rise at the intersection of the city-countryside, a three-storey building as the sign, and the character of "the Institute of Child Welfare D'Acratia" can be seen from a distance.
A car driven by a man drove fast, and it's right before the move in the blink of an eye.
Despite the small building that stands out from the crowd bungalow, the white wall on the outside has yellowed, and drainage pipe flows straight to the bottom.Right after the rain, the trenches shallow water winding.
The car door was opened by the driver, and the man looked at the girl in the car with pity.
"Miss, this is it."The driver's help the girl to get out of there and get into the bungalow.
The driver was whispered and watched as the girl opened her eyes slightly closed, her eyebrows were tig
