Chapter 621 - 10.16 Are You Real?
Lu Yizhou’s mind went blank as his gaze collided with those lovely golden eyes belonging to the pale youth. "You... How—"
For a second, he was actually confused at the reality in front of him. He had a preconceived notion that everything was just a test Pandora gave him, that the illusion had started ever since he stepped into Nightingale Prison. It was not until the warmth of a living person seeped through his thin clothes did he snap out of his stupor. He let go of Christian who immediately lost consciousness as soon as his head knocked the ground hard.
Seeing that he was no longer consumed in wrath, Pandora slowly loosened his hold and took a step back. Lu Yizhou turned to face him and could not help but rake his gaze all over the youth to confirm that he was indeed here, safe and sound. Living and warm-blooded, and definitely not as the bone skeletons he had seen in Z-level.
The youth peered up at him through the curtain of his thick, long hair and offered him a sweet smile.
[666: A–A–A–AHH, HOST, HE... HE IS—]
A sharp whistle broke through the hubbub around. "What the hell are you gathering around here for?! Get back to your cell!" Upon seeing that the warden had been attracted by the uproar, the prisoners immediately scurried back to their cells, leaving only Lu Yizhou and Pandora who were staring at each other, and Christian who was still out of the light with numerous bloody injuries all over his body.
Once the warden saw this situation, he immediately knew what was going on. With a fierce expression, he rebuked Lu Yizhou harshly. "S-52, it’s you again! Haven’t you had enough after what happened this morning?!" Huffing, he went to put his fingers under Christian’s nose and grumbled, "You’re lucky that he’s still alive. Pray that he won’t lose his life in the middle otherwise the punishment you receive will double in amount!"
Lu Yizhou did not actually hear what the warden was yelling about. He reached out to grab Pandora’s thin wrist, and only when he could feel the rhythmic pulse beating under the skin did he finally feel his heart fall back down to his chest.
Enraged, the warden raised his voice. "Are you listening to me, S-52?!"