"Ah…" Nán Wǎnyān subconsciously cried out in pain, blood streaming from her forehead. The man behind her growled with fury —,Nán Wǎn Yān's fusion with memory intensified the pain, making her consciousness blur. Just before it dissipated completely, she heard the man sneer and utter his final words: —,This original owner, what kind of fetish does he have, to meet such a domestic abuser and still love him to death!。