The Legend of the Wh

His breath grew more and more labored, his lungs like a bellows struggling for air. He found some strength somewhere to shake with the effort of raising his hand to touch that tiny flower-like face, forcing a smile.,The body, which had been tormented by a terminal illness for so long, suddenly regained its strength, and his face flushed.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。