The Legend of the Wh

The family members in the ward were all crying, and I could hear what the doctor was saying, a last glimmer of life.,Death is both an end and a new beginning. Flowers bloom and wither, cycling through endless renewal. All beings can only let go of attachments and accept the natural flow of things.,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.。