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 sky is blue, the wind is light, the trees are green and the flowers are bright. The birds sing sweetly.,Second, attacking the weak and avoiding the strong.。