My Iyashikei Game Chapter 88: Birthday Present

Han Fei found Ying Yue. She looked about the same age as Weep and they both came from pitiable backgrounds. “Can you hear me?” Holding the broken girl, Han Fei’s sympathy won over his fear. After knowing about the girl’s past, Han Fei was even more determined to survive. He needed to live to provide salvation for this poor girl. The chill from the ring almost froze Han Fei’s finger off but the man still did not let go. If anything, he hugged the dismembered girl tighter. After her parents passed away, no one had given her a sincere hug ever again. “You might not believe me now, but I will use my actions to prove myself.”

Scrutinized by the bleeding eyes, Han Fei promised earnestly. The eyes could not tell whether he was lying or not. Han Fei sighed inwardly as the image of Weep overlapped with that of the girl in his arms. Children were one of the worlds’ most vulnerable parties. They should be protected and cherished.

Gradually, pieces of the girl started to respond. Her bones contorted. Her human form dissolved to take on a more monstrous appearance. ‘What is happening?’ The hatred and pain inside the girl’s heart hacked at her humanity. The bone chips pierced through Han Fei’s skin but he still did not let go. Black capillaries broke out on the girls’ body and face. The pair of lips on her ghoulish face started to tremble. A voice squeezed out from the girl’s body. “That is my birthday present.”

“Birthday present?”

“You have already taken everything, can’t you leave this for me? It’s the last thing I have from my daddy and mommy.”

“Ying Yue, what is this last birthday present your parents have given you?” Han Fei decided to play along to see if he could draw out more information.

“That is mine, mine…” Ying Yue’s expression tightened. The black blood capillaries pulled her broken bodies together. Following a heavy thump of the dead heart, Ying Yue’s eyes flew open!

Two dark holes stared eerily at Han Fei. The only place that should have a pair of eyes was missing them. “Mine, that’s mine!” Her misshapen arms grab

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