The slight noise brought Elliana Lyle back to her senses, and she looked around to find that it was the woman next to her moving her body.
Since the woman's face was turned away from her, she couldn't see the woman's expression, only feeling that the situation was abnormal.
After all, during these days, no one here moved randomly, except for occasionally making some head-raising or lowering movements.
The rest of the time, they were all listlessly hanging their heads.
"What's wrong with you?" Faced with her inquiry, there was no response.
She could sense the woman's pain; her legs kicked sporadically, her mouth emitting faint whimpers.
Seeing this, she forcefully shifted her body, and upon getting closer to the woman, she could only use her shoulder to help the woman sit upright.
At this moment, the woman's mouth was slightly open, her fair face unusually gaunt from prolonged hunger and inhuman torture.
Like a bundle of dry straw, soaked in water.
