Wei Tianyang held Yaha as she clung to the bag of fried skewers and milk tea, and he jumped off the railing into objective reality.
Then, in mid-air, he transformed into a gigantic moth and, with his insect limbs, spiraled down to the ground holding Yaha, who laughed like a child with her head tilted back, "So fluffy~ fly~ fly~ fly~"
Wei Tianyang cut out from objective reality, and Yaha came up to nuzzle his forehead with her nose.
"Fluffy!" Yaha said.
"Fluffy?" Wei Tianyang did not understand at first, but after thinking about it, he guessed that after transforming into a moth, the head was fluffy, which is probably why she called it that.
They had once again arrived at the lowest level of Fengrao City. Last time, he had only glanced through quickly, but this time, he wanted to take a good look around, and he was still thinking about that child who relied on his mother's street vending to support the family.
