"Don't be afraid, we are here."
"Put on your clothes, we will take you away."
Gentle words.
Accompanied by warm firelight, they sounded again and again.
At first, the women in the stone chamber remained numb.
But when the warm orange light truly illuminated the world that had been engulfed by darkness for so long, when the clean, soft fabric touched their cold, piercing skin...
In the depths of some women's empty eyes.
The ice that had been solidified for too long finally showed a faint crack.
Their gaze slowly moved from the clothes on the ground to the figure outside the bars who kept repeating "don't be afraid," and to the small flame burning in their stone chamber.
In their eyes, amidst the desolate grayness, a faint glimmer of light slowly seeped in.
It was something called "hope" that had been frozen by despair for too long.
When Jiang Wei carried the woman from the torture chamber onto the walkway, this was the scene she saw.
