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.,By the stream, a four-meter long white snake slithered through the grass. Its whiteness was like jade, its scales smooth and delicate. Its body was flexible and boneless, graceful and lively.。