“She always thought I would go to the Central United Front but in the end, I chose to go to the Trial Court.” Lu Feng’s tone was dull. “Maybe I killed too many people.”

“She can’t accept it?”

“It is me who doesn’t want to maintain her feelings anymore.” Lu Feng picked up a pillow and threw it over.

An Zhe caught the pillow and stared at Lu Feng. Strangely, he understood what this person was talking about. In order to always be correct, always awake and always indifferent, the Judge must exile himself completely. Exile—this was the word that abruptly appeared in An Zhe’s mind.

“The Garden of Eden and the Trial Court are doing opposite things. Is it because you can’t be shaken?” An Zhe asked.

“Shut up.” Lu Feng leaned over, pulled the pillow out of An Zhe’s arms, raised An Zhe up and placed the pillow under his head. “You can’t open your eyes.”

An Zhe lay on the soft pillow and his consciousness gradually blurred. He was really sleepy and had been struggling for energy tonight.

Before he completely fell asleep, he saw Lu Feng picking up a silvery-white box. This was something a staff member had given to Lu Feng when they left the Lighthouse. An Zhe didn’t know what it was and didn’t think he needed to know. The colonel always had his reasons for doing things.

***

An Zhe’s folded clothes were placed to the side and some grey dust fell from the collar. It wasn’t dust that belonged to either the training ground or the Lighthouse. However, Lu Feng knew there was a problem with the monitoring of Eden during that time and the confusion made it impossible to trace An Zhe’s whereabouts.

Lu Feng’s gaze shifted and his finger pressed the button of the box. The silver box opened and cold, white air escaped. Below the frozen layer was a slender needle filled with something turquoise.

His gun was placed next to the box. His eyes paused on these two items and he turned to An Zhe, fingers clasped around the handle of the gun.

Just then—

An Zhe rolled over and leaned gently against him.

He fell asleep. He was like a small animal under the quilt. His milky white neck and shoulders were exposed, his eyebrows stretched out and his eyelashes slightly curled. His breathing was even and calm.

His fingers exposed under the quilt were slightly curled up but very relaxed. There was no sign of tense nerves. He slept here without any vigilance like he was sleeping in a… safe place he trusted with all his heart. He believed that no one would hurt him here.

Lu Feng suddenly remembered the day two months ago.

The day they met for the first time, An Zhe had stared into his eyes and told him, “He really isn’t injured.”