The wound on her elbow had a raw, stinging pain.
Vera Wave put her phone away, carefully removed the handkerchief from her wound, and pursed her lips to gently blow on it.
Her gaze fell on the blood-stained handkerchief in her hand. Noticing the writing, she unfolded it, puzzled. An awkwardly cross-stitched character—the final one from Nathan Leafcastle's Chinese given name—was on the cloth.
Below it were two smaller letters—YM.
YM? Could it be... her name?
"Vera?!"
Not far away, Nathan Leafcastle rushed out from the amusement park, anxiously calling Vera's name, his voice filled with distress and urgency.
Hearing his voice, Vera looked up. She saw Nathan Leafcastle by the roadside, his face fraught with anxiety as he scanned the area. After a moment's hesitation, she stepped forward.
"Nathan... Brother Nathan, I'm here!"
Nathan turned. Seeing her, his expression immediately brightened, and he hurried over.
