"Ouch…" Nán Wǎnyān involuntarily cried out in pain, blood flowing directly from her forehead. The man behind her growled with fury——,Nán Wǎnyān's memories merged with the pain, intensifying it. As her consciousness began to fade, she heard the man sneer and utter his final words:,A little girl of three or four stood outside the high walls of Yiwangfu, looking up at another little girl lying on top of the wall and whispering, “Almost there! Come on, Xiao Baozi!”。