The Legend of the Wh

Tears welled up in her palms, the little girl was still so prone to crying.,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.,The weather in the mountains changes as quickly as a child's face. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered and lightning flashed with thunderclaps.。