The Legend of the Wh

I longed to rip off the oxygen mask and all the uncomfortable tubes from my face, but I was too weak to even raise an arm. My vision slowly focused, and I saw relatives filling the entire ward. My parents, hunched over with white hair, were sobbing uncontrollably with trembling lips as they looked at me. My sister crouched by my bedside, desperately trying to wipe away her tears, but she just couldn't stop them, like when I was a child and fell and cried until nothing could comfort me.,Tears welled up in her palms, the little girl was still so prone to crying.,Wandering through misty mountains and streams, I splash ink to paint landscapes in crimson hues.。