Air rushed back into Nan Wanyue's nostrils. She retched up a large pool of blood, then slumped against the edge of the bathtub, panting heavily.,Looking at the dilapidated courtyard, completely uninhabitable, Nan Wanyin clenched her fists tightly.,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 her belly on top of the wall. She whispered, "Almost there! Come on, Xiao Baozi!"。