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.,His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,First, use enough patience to wait for the right time.。