Word after word, sentence after sentence, it seemed as if the little one was about to lose their composure. Their tiny hands, stained crimson, clutched at their mouth, gasping for breath. Each question, however, brought a pang of sorrow to the listener and welled up tears in their eyes.,"A-nuan, run away! Don't trust anyone, your grandmother, your father, they all want your life! Run!",Gu Nuan Nuan clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. The pain restored a bit of rationality to her, and she struggled with all her might, finally managing to break free. But as soon as she did, she stumbled and fell to the ground.。