Nán Wǎn Yān's memories intertwined with the pain, intensifying to an unbearable degree. As her consciousness was fading, she heard a man sneer and utter his final words: —,Air flowed back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She coughed up a large pool of blood, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she lay half-propped against the edge of the bathtub.,"Since we're planning to run away, we need to hurry. As the book says, plans can't keep up with changes... Anyway, just come down soon. When mother comes back with the carriage, we can go out and play."。