Looking around, all I saw were elderly men and women, both young and old, dressed in coarse hemp prison uniforms and looking exhausted.,Shen Tang frowned, able only to distract herself from the pangs of hunger by focusing on something else. Within her field of vision, a prisoner was eating too quickly, and because the flatbread was dry, he choked. He kept pounding his chest in an attempt to dislodge the bread stuck in his throat, his face gradually turning blue.,Shen Tang walked silently, burying her head down, trying hard to find memories related to this body.。