“Ah…” Nan Wanyin instinctively cried out in pain, blood streaming from her forehead. The man behind her snarled with fury——,Nan Wan Yan had just been beaten by the abuser and was bleeding, but she was fine. "I'm okay," she said.,A little girl of three or four years old stood outside the high wall of Yiwangfu, looking up at another little girl who was lying on her stomach at the top of the wall. She whispered, “Almost there! Little Baozi, come on!”。