Soundproof walls shouldn't allow sound to pass through, but Chris's hearing is too good, and Jorah's voice has an unusually penetrating quality.

So the folk tune being hummed rang clearly in Chris's ears.

The boy's voice was ethereal and clear. Although it was broken and intermittent due to pain, it still made Chris feel as if he were seeing his childhood: the golden wheat fields in the manor, the clear blue sky, and the crisp birdsong in the morning.

I stopped involuntarily and leaned closer to hear more clearly.

Yabolen installed surveillance on Chris, but Chris was prepared; he carried a device that could block the surveillance, but its use was limited.

I never expected him to use his precious blocking chances in this situation.

Chris leaned against the wall and listened quietly, his long-tense nerves slowly relaxing.

Since the Federation issued the order to feign defection, Chris has followed the military orders without hesitation, even stepping over the corpses of his comrades and enduring the disgust and hatred of the people who once supported him.

He walked alone in the darkness, his purpose being to bring light to others.

Chris thought he wouldn't get tired.

But now he knows he was completely wrong.

Enveloped by this ethereal singing, Chris actually took a short nap, sleeping soundly and relaxing.

Suddenly, the singing stopped.

Chris immediately snapped back to reality, his silver eyes showing no trace of confusion, the glint of light like an incredibly sharp military knife.

He listened intently for a while, but could only hear shallow breathing.

Are you asleep?

Chris hesitated for a moment before opening the interrogation room door.

In the darkness, the boy hanging from the gallows slept soundly with his head turned to the side.

Chris subconsciously slowed his pace. In such pain, every second of sleep was precious to the boy, and he didn't want to disturb him at all.

Qingyun didn't expect Chris to come in. He had already proven during the day that he could hold on. Did this cold-blooded guy want to kill him?

Quietly becoming vigilant, Qingyun closely observed Chris's movements.

The man stood in front of Qingyun for a while, then reached out and put her down.

Chris untied the boy's hands and pulled him into his arms. Perhaps due to exhaustion during the day, the boy remained completely undisturbed by the movement.

Chris slowly sat down against the wall, holding the boy in his arms. He looked at the bruises on Jorah's hands and pursed his lips.

Even more serious wounds have covered the boy's entire body.

Chris took out the healing device he carried with him and placed it on several of the boy's larger wounds. Fortunately, the device worked from the inside out; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been able to help the boy at all.

Qingyun was startled. What was this person trying to do?

Help him? Ha! This healing device is nowhere near as effective as him extracting his own soul energy, okay?

Qingyun secretly hoped that the man would leave so that he could properly strengthen his body. Otherwise, with the man holding the treatment device, he wouldn't dare to make any rash moves.

Completely unaware of the boy's thoughts, Chris carefully avoided the transmission cable connected to the back of Qingyun's head and stroked the black hair on his forehead.

When the boy was lucid, his eyes always burned with a fierce, captivating light. But because of his frail health, one always worried that this flame, like a dazzling firework, would vanish in an instant.

Now that he's asleep, he's incredibly well-behaved, his face full of innocent charm.

Chris traced his fingers down Qingyun's face to his neck, then reached out and gently stroked the boy's glands behind his neck.

An extremely strange feeling, like an electric current, instantly surged through Qingyun's entire body.

Qingyun held back for a long time before managing not to throw the man out. This body was too strange; it actually had such a fatal weakness!

Chris, however, had no frivolous thoughts. He carefully applied a protective coating to the back of the boy's neck using the treatment device.

Currently, no one besides him knows that Jorah is an Omega. Chris hopes that no one in this place will ever know this secret. After all, Omegas can endure far more suffering than Betas.

Chris frowned at the thought of the potential misfortunes the boy might suffer.

Jorah, so strong, beautiful, and full of faith, did not deserve such cruel humiliation.

The man's fingers finally left the small patch of skin on the back of Qingyun's neck, and Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, but the image of a certain person involuntarily flashed through her mind.

Will he follow us to this world? If he has already followed, then who will he be?

Thinking this, Qingyun carefully sensed Chris's presence.

It wasn't a matter of familiarity or unfamiliarity; Qingyun couldn't sense even a trace of Chris's presence. Only then did he belatedly realize that Chris seemed to be completely wrapped in a protective suit, with the collar pulled high up to his chin, even the glands at the back of his neck were tightly covered. How could he possibly sense Chris's presence?

Qingyun hopes that he won't be anyone in the interrogation room in this life, otherwise... hmph.

Chris noticed that the boy in his arms seemed to be lost in a beautiful dream, the slight upturn of his lips was playful and cute, and seemed to carry a hint of happiness.

Who did he dream about?

Chris became unusually curious, and various pieces of information about Jorah flashed through his mind.

Is Jorah engaged to Lucas of the Second Legion?

Chris paused involuntarily, a feeling that could be described as "displeasure" rising within him. He already knew that Lucas had broken his vow to Jorah and was with Kossie.

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