Chapter 142

Brian ordered someone to take me out while I was still in a bad mood. Inside the cold interrogation room, only he and Alex remained. I refused the guidance of the guards, walking alone down the long and narrow corridor. The sadness is hard to describe.

I clenched my fists tightly, looking up at the sky. In the past, I often heard people say that if my mood was not good, the scene was also sad. I didn't believe it initially, but now it seems true.

Even though it was morning, the sky was black, like a ferocious monster opening its mouth to devour my soul.

I did not return to the tent but sat outside the interrogation room. My eyes never left the closed iron door. From the outside will not be able to hear the inner movement; inside, there is no signal from the outside, only one entry away, but it is like two worlds.

It was getting dark, and Brian finally came out.

Immediately he noticed my twitching body. Brian strode over, angry and hurt simultaneously; he put my hands in his warm palms