The Legend of the Wh

Suddenly, I longed to go home, back to that humble and dilapidated house filled with warm memories. But my throat wouldn't let out a word.,A trickle of warmth slid down the corner of my eye, and my strength began to drain away. I wanted to say something, but my throat was dry and scratchy, making it impossible to speak. If I didn't speak now, there would be no more chance.,Looking out at the rain curtain, it swirled and remained motionless.。