The dilapidated building, overgrown floors, and bombed-out roads that cratered into the earth all bore the scars of bombardment.,There is hate, there is unwillingness, and there is also a feeling that is hard to describe.,Soon, this complexity was replaced by a resolute indifference, "It doesn't matter, you'll be dead soon. And in the end, not even those who survive will have the right to live! It's you!" A triumphant smile began to spread across his face.。