In the refugee camp, everywhere one looked were people either lying or sitting, their lifeless eyes hollow and sorrowful, the entire camp filled with an air of listlessness and despair.
A young woman, sick and at the brink of death, was nursing her child with breast milk. Her shriveled breasts were like withered pears, taken into the mouth of her emaciated child. In fact, there had been no milk for a long time, but to soothe her hungry child, the mother had no choice but to endure the pain of being suckled...
This scene deeply pierced Mo Yan's heart; the refugees were in much worse shape than she had imagined. She could envision how the elderly and the frail could not compete with the stronger youths, growing weaker day by day until the last moment of their lives.
If it weren't for the Space, she feared her family might have ended up as one of them, a thought that sent shivers down her spine.
