The Legend of the Wh

His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,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.,The green mountains rise in layers, towering and hidden by the sun. Their verdant peaks are steep and imposing, shrouded in mist and cloud. Streams meander through valleys, cascading into waterfalls that spray water droplets high into the air. Monkeys chatter from the trees, fish leap in the streams, and white egrets soar effortlessly through the azure sky. It's a breathtakingly beautiful scene, like a painting or a fairyland.。