The Legend of the Wh

His breath grew more and more labored, his lungs like a bellows struggling for air. He found some strength somewhere to shake with the effort of raising his hand to touch that tiny flower-like face, forcing a smile.,The family members in the ward were all crying, and I could hear what the doctor was saying, a last glimmer of life.,It's not that I deliberately forget my past life and abandon humanity. I spent twenty years struggling to survive in the brutal wilderness, fighting against enemies tooth and nail. Where would I find the time or the mood for melancholy The beauty you see is just a facade; the real forest is harsh and unforgiving.。