The Legend of the Wh

Tears welled up in her palms, the little girl was still so prone to crying.,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.,First to be intentionally forgotten was the name carried from a past life. This life as a snake no longer needs its old identity.。