Poet sighed. “I don’t know where she is now. I would feel sorry if she died…”

An Zhe didn’t speak.

Poet was imprisoned and naturally wouldn’t know that the owner of the third underground floor of the black market had died in the prelude to the breeding season. Then looking at Poet’s slightly hesitant expression, An Zhe suddenly understood something. One person would be saddened by the death of another. This was their unique emotion. This might be one of the reasons why humans were more afraid of death than other creatures.

“You’re showing that expression again,” Poet told him.

“What?”

“Like everything that happens here has nothing to do with you and you are just watching.” Poet put an elbow on An Zhe’s shoulder and joked, “You seem to be watching us or pitying us. For a second, I thought you were a god.”

An Zhe blinked, not understanding. He wasn’t human. He was a heterogenous after all.

“It’s gone now.” Poet sighed. “Now you are like a little fool.”

An Zhe, “……”

Poet patted him on the shoulder. “I’m leaving too.”

An Zhe wondered, “Where are you going?”

“Wherever I want. The city shelter has no room for me and I want to escape from prison.”

He smiled at An Zhe. “Goodbye.”

An Zhe watched his back disappear into the darkness. Poet was a prisoner with no communicator and no ID card. An Zhe didn’t know where he could go. An Zhe thought that perhaps he would go to his boyfriend. Or maybe he would go to someone else to tell the story of the base. Then within three days, the city guards would take him away again.

After Poet walked away, only An Zhe was left standing at the foot of the wall. This was an open space. He wasn’t the only one staying here. There were many people lingering beside him and some people gathered in the distance, doing something unknown.

The temporarily raised separation wall wasn’t high and it was translucent, so he could see Lu Feng’s back.

The aurora rotated and changed shape in the sky. Every night, the colour of the sky was different from that of the previous night. The bodies were constantly being towed away from the gate but few people came in. The sound of gunfire and death seemed to be the only eternal thing. The night breeze blew in a bloody scent. An Zhe couldn’t see Lu Feng’s expression. He just thought that such a back was very good-looking, very lonely.

One person would be saddened by the death of another. Would the judge be saddened by the people he had killed? Perhaps he was used to it.

There was the sound of footsteps behind him. “Why are you here?” It was a voice that seemed to know him.