"Ouch..." Nan Wanyin subconsciously cried out in pain, blood flowing directly from her forehead, the man behind her roared with anger—,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:,"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."。