The Legend of the Wh

The blurry vision gradually cleared, and I could see the warm sunlight streaming through the window into the ward.,His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,The initial discomfort gradually faded with time. Twenty years of life polished away humanity, and past memories were gradually suppressed by animalistic instincts. Only occasionally, when lost in thought, would he recall the sorrowful faces of his family by his bedside. When he had nothing to do each day, all he could do was try his best to remember his past life, fearing that one day he might forget everything and be left with only survival instincts, his passion gone, becoming a cold-blooded creature.。