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:,Air rushed back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She retched out a large mouthful of blood, then slumped against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath heavily.,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!"。