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.,The reason I stare at the sky is merely a habit from my past life. Perhaps it's a dying wish to no longer be human, thus reincarnating as a snake.,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.。