"Aunt Lisa, she is waking up!" It was a cute small voice that Saya heard.
She blinked and opened her eyes, the salt over her eyes was burning, scratching the thin skin around her eyes; her head ached badly and the throb of her nerves was slaying the voices around her.
Two big gleaming eyes peered at her and a happy smile illustrated on his face, did he think that she was dead? Who was this little boy?
"Where am I?" She murmured and sat straight, fixing her head.
The last thing she could remember was that she was brushing her hair, preparing to get some sleep but the window ran wide and a mild breeze entered, intoxicated her and made her eyes heavy.
Her palm landed on her head, looking around, she saw some ladies who were sitting on the ground right in front of her. Her eyes traveled around again, scanning, it was a wooden house, if she was kidnapped, she could not even notice who had done this.
