Nán Wǎnyān's memories intertwined with the pain, intensifying until it was almost unbearable. As her consciousness began to fade, she heard a man sneer and utter his final words: —,After dressing himself, he turned away without a backward glance and left. "What bad luck!",A little girl of three or four stood outside the high wall of Wing King's Palace, looking up at another little girl lying on top of the wall and whispering, "Almost there! Come on, Xiao Baozi!"。