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:,Two little girls looked exactly alike. The little girl on the wall had her hair in a bun and clung tightly to the wall. The little girl with two braids at the bottom of the wall, with tears in her voice, replied, "Sister, I, I'm afraid...","Since we're planning to escape, we need to hurry. The book said that plans can't keep up with changes... Anyway, just come down quickly. When mother comes back with the carriage, we can go out and play."。