Nán Wǎnyān's memories fused with the pain, intensifying it to unbearable levels. Just as her consciousness was fading, she heard a man sneer and say his final words: —,He looked coldly at the woman in the pool who no longer struggled, a cold sneer curving his thin lips.,A little girl of three or four years old stood outside the high wall of Yiwangfu, looking up at another little girl lying on top of the wall and whispering, “Almost there! Come on, Xiaobao!”。