The person in charge whipped her again, then scolded her, and forbade her to drink any more water.
The people lined up behind her pushed her away forcefully, and He Lingling immediately fell to the ground. The person glanced at her, with no sympathy or pity, only disgust, and then went to drink water proudly.
He Lingling's tears finally fell.
Previously, if someone had told her that in the 21st century, in some corner of the world, there were still such backward places with so many people enslaved and suffering such abuse and exploitation, she would have said it was impossible, she wouldn't believe it.
But now, having seen and experienced it firsthand, she couldn't help but believe it.
She despised her own past naivety and her current weakness.
Crying, what good is crying? Crying can't solve everything, and moreover, the sun was particularly harsh at the moment. After a few sobs, she became even more dehydrated, her throat almost smoking from the dryness.
