A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,Zhu Ying stepped forward and took Li Wan'er's hand, softly comforting her: "Wan'er, don't be afraid, I'm here!","It's not Da Ming!" Zhu Ying explained. "His name is Huaxia!"。