Nán Wǎnyān's memories fused with the pain, intensifying it to unbearable levels. Just as her consciousness was fading, she heard a man sneer and say his final words: —,Air was forced back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She gasped, struggling to breathe, after vomiting a large pool of blood onto the floor beside the bathtub where she lay half propped up.,Nán Wǎnyān had just been beaten by that abusive man, she was bleeding but it wasn't serious, "It's okay."。