The Prince and the D

Air flowed back into Nan Wan Yan's nostrils. She retched out a large pool of blood, then slumped against the edge of the bathtub, gasping for breath.,Looking at the dilapidated courtyard, completely uninhabitable, Nan Wanyin clenched her fists tightly.,A little girl of three or four years old stood outside the high walls of Yiwangfu, looking up at another little girl lying on the wall above her and whispering, “Almost there! Come on, Xiaoba!”。