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.,His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,Wandering through misty mountains and streams, I splash ink to paint landscapes in crimson hues.。