The Legend of the Wh

The body, which had been tormented by a terminal illness for so long, suddenly regained its strength, and his face flushed.,His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,The white snake, with her poor eyesight and hearing, had just missed an incredible sight. Other animals saw it clearly: thick, ink-colored clouds swirled relentlessly, lightning striking the peak of a mountain with all its might. A tiger with black and yellow stripes, a white blaze on its forehead, stood atop the mountain, roaring amidst the thunder and lightning. Its roar was filled with anger and unwillingness to submit. No matter how badly wounded, it remained proudly defiant, refusing to bow its head. A thunderbolt as thick as a water bucket struck down, leaving its wound blackened and bleeding profusely. It fell to the ground, unable to rise again, until finally, there was no sound left.。