The Legend of the Wh

A trickle of warmth slid down the corner of my eye, and my strength began to drain away. I wanted to say something, but my throat was dry and scratchy, making it impossible to speak. If I didn't speak now, there would be no more chance.,Autumn leaves fall, returning to tranquility. Looking back for a moment, clouds drift by in an instant.,Only a few animals stared with their eyes fixed on the white curtain of rain, gazing at the towering mountain peaks. Their roars echoed back and forth...。