Several days later.
Baphomet finally started carrying Yaha out for a walk again.
As November approached, the weather turned cooler, with the average temperature dropping to 29°C.
Baphomet had just had a haircut yesterday and had undergone some maintenance, with some overgrown parts of its horns polished. Its entire body was sleek and shiny black. It had just enjoyed a large piece of baguette, and even persuaded Wei Tianyang to open the fridge to eat a few small egg tarts. Now was the perfect time to go out and digest.
Its little hooves tapped on the stone road, producing a pleasant sound. Yaha, seated on its back, held onto one of its horns with one hand and a tuft of its fur on the butt with the other hand, her big eyes surveying the street.
