The Legend of the Wh

Tears welled up in her palms, the little girl was still so prone to crying.,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.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。