Dill turned her head to look at the two men who were frozen, and they felt their bodies regain consciousness.

The long gesture of raising their arms and kneeling on the ground made their bodies ache, and the two men struggled to their feet, looking at Dill with resentment.

Dill smiled and looked back: "Haven't you posed enough?" ”

The soreness on the body had not subsided, and the stiffness for several hours was still vivid, so the two had to temporarily retract their gaze and lower their heads, looking angry and angry.

"You keep up."

It was late at night, and the temperature in the open wasteland was freezing cold, and it was obviously impossible to sleep in such an environment. Dill followed the path she had come back to the cave.

The time has long passed the moment of the death of the original owner, but neither when he came nor on the way back, Dill did not see the man who took the life of the original owner.

Something must have gone wrong, Dill thought, not taking it to heart.

Dill instructed the two men to take turns keeping vigil, and the two angrily asked her why only the two of them had been arranged, and she and the woman did not have to keep vigil.

"This kind of thing still needs us women to do, so what do you want, it's really not a gentleman at all." Dill looked at the two men with a disgusted expression, and said it as a matter of course.

Gentlemanly manners? That's what it is. Even humanity and morality have been annihilated here, and how can such a thing as gentlemanly demeanor exist.

Although the two men thought so in their hearts, they didn't dare to say it to dill. After all, they didn't want to suffer again with the lesson they had been taught for hours.

The woman watched as she felt out of thin air a mattress and two quilts, and although she had some questions in her heart, she didn't ask out loud.

Dill let the woman lie down in it, and slept on the outside of herself, near the entrance to the cave.

The place where the two of them slept was the only dry clearing in the cavern, and most of the other clearings were covered with black-green moss from the damp moisture.

There was silence all around, except for the murmur of the water and the whirring of the wind outside the cave entrance.

The woman couldn't sleep, but she remained motionless facing the wall, worried that the movement of her turning would interfere with Dill's rest.

"Can't sleep?" Dill asked, the soft voice intensified by the reflection of the surrounding stone walls, making it particularly clear in the empty cavern.

The woman whispered a "hmm".

"Then you turn around and we'll talk."

"Okay." The woman turned to face the dill. The distance between the two is not far or close, and even facing each other at this time will not make both parties feel uncomfortable.

"My name is Yuan Ge, seventeen years old, what about you?"

Although it was just a simple question of name and age, the woman was silent and thought about it for a long time.

Her name? She never seemed to have anything like it. For as long as she can remember, everyone has referred to her as a string of numeric codenames. She's just a plaything for those two men, how can she deserve her own name?

As for age, women never count this number. Or that there is no need to count age in her world, in her life.

Life is no longer like years for her, but every minute and every second is extremely difficult. Counting time, counting days, counting age, there is no benefit in the slightest, only to add to the suffering.

"I don't know."