He eyed the woman in the pool, no longer struggling, with cold disdain, a thin smile curving his lips.,Air flowed back into Nan Wan'yan's nostrils. She retched up a large pool of blood, then half-collapsed by the edge of the bathtub, breathing heavily.,Nan Wan Yan had just been beaten by the abuser and was bleeding, but she was fine. "I'm okay," she said.。