An Zhe wondered, “Because of this… are you sad?”

“No.” Lu Feng stared at him. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Then…” An Zhe only said one word. What was the reason for his emotional fluctuations?

Lu Feng seemed to see what was in his heart.

“I haven’t violated my principles.” He stated, “No one can judge if I’m right or wrong.”

An Zhe recalled the words of the young judge, Seraing, and asked, “Are you uncertain about the right or wrongs of the people you killed?”

“No, I’m sure.” Lu Feng looked out the window, his green eyes like a frozen look, empty and with a distant silence. “I just sometimes think about… the choices I’ve made. What am I judging and who will judge me in the end?”

An Zhe didn’t fully understand the words. Humans might say nonsense that no one else could understand when they went mad. Even so, An Zhe felt like he understood again.

He watched Lu Feng and declared, “I don’t hate you for these things.”

He added, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Lu Feng stared at him in the long silence. It lasted for such a long time that An Zhe got the illusion that these eyes weren’t a frozen lake but gentle water. Twilight slowly entered this room as Lu Feng reached out his right hand and rubbed An Zhe’s head.

CHAPTER 30

An Zhe lowered his eyes slightly. The feeling of being touched on the head by the Judge was wonderful. He felt that Lu Feng was currently in a very soft state. He would be very happy if he comforted this man with his previous words. Thus, he smiled at Lu Feng.

Then he saw Lu Feng’s eyes become awful. The fingers that were originally touching An Zhe’s head lowered and pinched his face. An Zhe felt it was better for this person to be in a bad mood. At least then he wouldn’t casually bully people. An Zhe escaped from Lu Feng. “I’m going to check the pot.”

“Hmm.”

An Zhe returned to the kitchen and found that it had already started to boil, foam rising up and almost pushing off the lid. He had mastered enough cooking skills these days. He lifted the transparent lid and evaporated the water, the foam quickly subsiding. The bacon had been cooked in the boiling water and the small potatoes had become soft. The small amount of milk made the soup slightly white. The salty smell was sweet and fragrant. It was a smell that An Zhe really liked.

He took a spoon from the side and crushed the softly cooked potato pieces with the bottom of the spoon. The small pieces gradually dissolved in the soup under his stirring and grinding, the pot of potato soup becoming more intense to the naked eye.