On top of the building, he looked at everything on the road indifferently.
"What they did is wrong. Han Yu, please think of a solution quickly. There is still a child inside!" Liao Yu said to him anxiously.
"That's their own business. I can't do anything. I'm not a hero who saves the world. I'm not that great. I'm just a narrator. I can only be a bystander." Han Yu said lightly.
"You are so cold-blooded. If you don't go, I will!" Zhuo Yu ran downstairs without looking back.
He looked up at the morning sky, and the sunlight shone on his face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years: Zeng and I don't want to change this world, but... Forget it, all this has nothing to do with me... Close your eyes and feel the morning sunshine. When I opened my eyes again, the morning sunshine was no longer full of hope, but full of the death of the afternoon sun...