The Legend of the Wh

Suddenly, I longed to go home, back to that humble and dilapidated house filled with warm memories. But my throat wouldn't let out a word.,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.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。