Da Zhao's eyelashes trembled, and he actually opened his eyes.
Although he couldn't see anything clearly before his eyes, there was only a blur of light, as if an angel was speaking to him.
His consciousness fell into a strange hazy state as if someone was taking care of him meticulously, telling him in his ear that he could let go; he didn't need to endure the pain alone.
Then that voice spoke next to his ear again, so gentle that it was too late to guard against, in a tempting tone: he whispered, "Da Zhao, tell me who your boss is?"
It was difficult for Da Zhao to react, his eyes blinked blankly and empty, his pupils were almost entirely unfocused, and he unconsciously muttered a name.
In fact, he didn't make any sound, just moved his lips up and down lightly.
Sean paused momentarily, then said soothingly, "You are exhausted, go to sleep for a while."
"When you wake up, everything will be fine."
