The man remained indifferent to the sad plea of the bridge.

Look down at the baby who has finally stopped waving his limbs.

His eyebrows and eyes kept jumping.

From this we can see that the old man's inner activities are fiercely struggling.

When the cries of the bridge were finally slowly blown away by the strong wind, the babies, most of whom were soaked in the mud, closed their eyes.

The man was stunned for a moment and sighed softly.

"He's dead. Are you satisfied now?"

The bridge, whose voice was already crying, stood up slowly, staggered down, turned around and walked away, and said calmly, "I will never...