The Legend of the Wh

The blurry vision gradually cleared, and I could see the warm sunlight streaming through the window into the ward.,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 body, which had been tormented by a terminal illness for so long, suddenly regained its strength, and his face flushed.。