Nán Wǎnyān, her memories merging with the pain, felt it intensifying. As consciousness slipped away, she heard a man's cold laugh and his final words:,I thought it would be ugly, but I didn't expect it to be this ugly.,A little girl of three or four stood outside the high wall of Wing King's Mansion, looking up at another little girl lying on the wall top and whispered, "Almost there! Come on, Little Baozi!"。