The Legend of the Wh

My temples are frosted with age, and my hair is white. There's nowhere to express the profound sadness I feel. As a child, I was unable to repay the grace of having been raised with such love and care. Scenes from my childhood flood back, making me realize how unworthy I am of my parents' devotion.,The family members in the ward were all crying, and I could hear what the doctor was saying, a last glimmer of life.,It's not that I deliberately forget my past life and abandon humanity. I spent twenty years struggling to survive in the brutal wilderness, fighting against enemies tooth and nail. Where would I find the time or the mood for melancholy The beauty you see is just a facade; the real forest is harsh and unforgiving.。