Nan Wan Yan Gu Mo Ha

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:,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!",Not far away, an extremely luxurious carriage suddenly stopped...。