Chapter 129: Come with me, Yaha

Wei Tianyang came to his senses to find himself in a vast, black wasteland, momentarily uncertain whether he had teleported or was dreaming.

The rain had stopped, and a deep breath brought the fragrance of wet soil into his nostrils.

Glancing down at Yaha in his arms, Wei Tianyang was surprised to find she had woken up and was rubbing her bald wrist against his neck.

The wound that had been torn open on her wrist had miraculously healed, leaving no trace of stitches or scars, as smooth as if she had been born without hands.

Wei Tianyang pushed the white hair sticking to her cheek aside and wiped the raindrops from her nose.

"Yaha?" he whispered her name gently.

Yaha flashed her signature radiant smile, though her eyes lacked their usual luster.

"Fly~ Fly~ Hee hee~ Big wings~" Yaha giggled foolishly, rubbing her bald wrist across Wei Tianyang's face.

"Yaha... do you remember me? I am... Ishmael." Wei Tianyang grabbed her wrist, a wave of sadness rising in his heart.