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.,The weather in the mountains changes as quickly as a child's face. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered and lightning flashed with thunderclaps.。