The burning pain in my throat pulled me back to consciousness.
When I opened my eyes, what I saw was not the fluorescent lamp in the laboratory, but the gray and cracked sky, and a few vultures hovering in the air.
There was hot sand and gravel beneath him, and the tip of his nose was filled with dust and... A vague smell of putrefaction.
Memories flooded in: Xu Anning was fifteen years old. Both her parents were dead. Her uncle and aunt snatched the last half of the bag of chaff and pushed her off the donkey cart on which she was fleeing.
"Damn girl movie, save rations!"
In despair, my fingertips touched my heart with a little warmth. When the consciousness sank in, it turned out to be a blue spring and several bags of seeds.
I licked my chapped lips and looked at the staggering figure in the distance.
I'm determined to escape this famine.
