A strand of soft hair, unique to children, drifted in Jingyang's afterglow.,One wolf, its throat torn open, gradually stopped struggling. The other two wolves continued to fight. Jingyang took a deep breath of the thick, bloody air, gritting his teeth against the pain in his heart, forcing himself to remain calm. Even if he didn't understand what was really going on, he couldn't afford to make a mistake now...,But, this tiny swaddle, is clearly for a newborn baby.。