Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 134 You Look Mad

Laurel looked at him quietly for a moment after hearing the question, and although his tone sounded light, she could see the intention behind it. Chris rarely asked for things directly, and the way he leaned slightly forward as he spoke almost made it seem as though he had already anticipated her answer.

"You should stay in the fortress," Laurel replied after a short pause, her voice calm and steady. "Your condition hasn’t completely stabilized yet, and if something happens outside the walls, I won’t be able to treat you immediately."

Chris straightened slowly, the faint playful look on his face fading into something more thoughtful as he studied her expression. "You say that like I’m fragile," he said with a small smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

"You are," Laurel replied without hesitation, though the tone of her voice carried no mockery, only a quiet matter-of-fact certainty. "At least for now."

Chris chuckled softly under his breath and looked away for a moment, his gaze drifting across the valley where the farmers were still moving back and forth between the fields and the stream. From where they stood, the distant voices of the farmers carried faintly through the air, mixed with the steady sound of water flowing along the streambank as vegetables were washed and laid out to dry.

"I suppose arguing with you about health matters would be pointless," he said after a moment.

"Of course it would, don’t worry before I leave, I’ll bless you with one round of needles, and some bitter medicines." She said teasingly.

"Was that supposed to be a joke?" Chris said with a straight face, even though he understood she was joking.

"What? You don’t like it?" Laurel asked, scratching the back of her head.

"I don’t want needles or medicines... just bring me along. I’m not that fragile." He said, walking slowly.

Laurel sighed as she stared at his broad shoulders. "There are a lot of infected outside, they are very dangerous and brutal. And not to mention the great hunt that is coming, I don’t know when we will return. I don’t want anything to happen to you."

Chris remained quiet for a while.

"Great hunt?" He asked with intrigue dancing in the depths of his eyes.

"It means monsters hunting humans... that is the real apocalypse, this is just the intro," Laurel said, biting her inner cheek.

Chris’s steps faltered so they could work side by side. "I wonder, how did you come to know all of these beforehand, are you a seer or something?"

"Why would you think of me as a seer? Why not a messenger of God?" Laurel asked back.

"You are not answering my questions, Laurel," Chris said, tuning to meet her curious gaze.

But seconds passed and Laurel did not utter a word.

"Let’s say I’m not much of a believer." He said, his eyes darkening a little.

"Why? Everyone knows the Lennoxs are Christians. Is it because of your body constitution?"

His eyes narrowed more as they stared at her. "No," he replied curtly, even though he never intended to.

"When I was younger, I was always locked inside because of my health. I couldn’t even play with my age mate. All I did was read, play chess, take medicines, sleep, and train."

His gaze softened as they met Laurel’s again. "Until a little naughty girl barged into my mansion and turned everything upside down. Running after me everywhere I went, she even gave me her white bunny to play with in case I wouldn’t feel bored when she was not around.

Until one day, everything changed. She stopped coming, and I learned that her family was in a life-and-death situation. So I prayed to God to keep them safe..." Pain flashed through his eyes so fast that Laurel missed it.

"... but my prayers were unanswered. Her family perished and... I don’t even know if she survived." He said, his eyes studying Laurel’s expression.

Laurel looked down at the cobblestone ground they were walking on. Hearing his words, her heart clenched so painfully that she could not understand the reason.

"That is so sound, I’m sorry you had to go through that... maybe she is alive somewhere, and I believe you will meet again," Laurel said, raising her head with a forceful smile to cheer him up.

The air between them crackled with unexplainable tension that seemed to make it hard for either of them to breathe.

"My question, you haven’t answered it," Chris said, breaking the silence.

"Hmm, let’s say I had a dream where everything felt real and I happened to experience the future in it." She said, trying to shorten her answer as best as she could so she wouldn’t say what she wasn’t supposed to say.

"I see." Chris drawled. "I see you don’t trust me." He added.

"Why would you say that? Of course, I trust you... not a hundred percent but I do trust you." Laurel said a little too quickly.

Chris chuckled seeing how distressed she was looking. He patted her hair, ruffling it a little. "I was just teasing you, you took it too seriously."

Laurel pouted with a glare. She pushed his hand away. "Don’t joke with me like that."

"Someone is mad, what do I do?" Chris continued teasing ruffling her hair, ignoring the many times she had pushed his hand away.

"I’m no longer mad, stop," Laurel said, trying to run away from him.

But Chris followed behind. "You look mad, I’ll only stop when you smile at me."

Laurel forced a smile.

"That is not a smile, it resembled that of a hyena." Chris teased again.

And this time it made Laurel’s blood boil. "A hyena? Of all the things you could describe me as, you chose a hyena!" This time it was Laurel’s turn to ruffle his hair, although she had to jump up to reach it.

The task was strenuous but she didn’t give up. She had never met anyone who could unravel her calmness into a chaotic feeling in just mere seconds. And this time she wanted to give him a piece of her mind.

Not far from them, Alexander stood with a bouquet of roses in his hand. He wanted to apologize for his behaviour at the dinner they had had the last couple of days.

But the view in front of him made the veins in his neck bulge out angrily, his fingers clenching tightly around the flowers, suffocating the remaining life out of them.