Nán Wǎn Yān merged with memory, the pain intensifying. As her consciousness was about to dissipate, she heard a man's sneer and his final words: —,He looked coldly at the woman in the bath who no longer struggled, a sneer curling his thin lips.,Two little girls looked exactly alike. The little girl on the wall had her hair in a bun and held tightly to the wall. The little girl with two braids below the wall, cried out, "Elder sister, I...I'm scared..."。