Wen Yunuo, who was curled up on the carpet, trembled slightly and almost imperceptibly. That was not a performance, but a physiological reaction caused by the sudden relaxation of the extremely tense nerves. She slowly and with great difficulty supported her body, as if every bone was groaning under the strain. The plain white cotton and linen dress was stained with fine dust, and her forehead was soaked with sweat, clinging to her pale, papery cheeks. She looked as if she had just been fished out of the water, so weak that she was crumbling. However, when she raised her eyes and looked at the old man with gray hair and sharp eyes behind the long table, in those clear eyes, in addition to the heavy fatigue, a faint but tenacious spark ignited deeper in the eyes - the hope of surviving a desperate situation.
