The hunched old woman, her arms covered in scars, could no longer run. Her persistence in moving forward was not driven by the will to survive... but by the sight of her "child" living on.
The girl's name was Tao Yao.
It was a very sweet name.
But her life was bitter.
The life of every child in Sangzhou Cave was bitter.
Tao Yao glanced back with every few steps, her large, moist eyes fixed on the old woman behind her.
They were fleeing from West Cave...
Tao Yao's parents died early; she had grown up relying on her grandmother and brother. The three of them survived the church's ravages, but since the awakening experiments began, most urban areas of West Cave had fallen under the control of extremists.
The situation hadn't improved much.
They still lived in great difficulty and hardship.
