When Chen Mu woke up, the oncoming wind rushed into his mouth and nostrils, choking him uncomfortably. After being dazed for a long time, he finally realized he was being carried by Wei-ah. However, his entire body was so painfully sore that he had trouble lifting a finger, not to mention turning his neck.
However, he couldn't stop stealing glances at the Madam from Faya, whom he grasped tightly in his arms. Suddenly, he was delighted because the adventure had been quite successful overall. Although he and Wei-ah were more miserable, and their entire bodies were still sore, his mind was at ease. Both of his arms were completely numb, as if they were dead. Fortunately, Chen Mu didn't have to worry about loosening his grip due to his fatigue.
"Wei-ah, are you all right?" Chen Mu was suddenly reminded of Wei-ah's discomfiture that he'd seen. But his neck was completely frozen, so he couldn't even turn his head to see Wei-ah behind him.
