In the dark and dank dungeon, a man lay sprawled on the floor, his hands and feet shackled. His tattered clothes could not conceal the wounds covering his body.,When I was three years old, I got lost by accident. From then on, my life changed completely.,Lan Qingwan was in excruciating pain, her cries sharp and unending. Waves of rage and hatred surged through her, threatening to consume her.。