Then there was a dull sound and the gun dropped to the ground. Lu Feng closed his eyes and pulled An Zhe into his arms.

APOCALYPSE

CHAPTER 56

An Zhe trembled violently the moment he was embraced.

He fell on Lu Feng, forehead against this person’s shoulder. It was hard to describe his mood at this moment but he felt like his heart was being held tightly by one hand. Intense pain drowned him and warm liquid poured out of his eyes. He knew that he was crying, knew that it was tears—something that only humans could possess. However, he felt it for the first time—the feeling that his heart was being torn into pieces.

Why had it become like this? He thought that if it had been two months ago and his heterogeneous identity was revealed, he wouldn’t be so sad and feel that he had betrayed Lu Feng’s trust.

If it wasn’t for Lu Feng’s friendship these days, he might not be so scared when confronted with Lu Feng’s gun. If Lu Feng hadn’t hugged him, he probably wouldn’t feel… so wronged.

He just didn’t know why Lu Feng had dropped the gun. He had never experienced such a fierce emotion before and couldn’t deal with other things. He didn’t understand anything but he cried for a long time. Once no more tears came out, he was slightly exhausted.

The night deepened and once he finally calmed down, An Zhe noticed that there was silence all around them. It was like there was nothing in this world except the two of them. He was buried in Lu Feng’s shoulder, chest leaning against Lu Feng’s chest. The slight tremor of a heartbeat came across the fabric but it was unknown who it belonged to.

They were both alive.

He rubbed his eyes and his voice was a bit hoarse. “Why did it fall?”

“The engine is faulty.” Lu Feng replied. “I’m going to get the black box.”

An Zhe hummed and let go of Lu Feng. This hug seemed to have been too long. Once they separated, the wind from the wilderness poured in toward the places that had originally been intimately close. It was very cold and An Zhe shook slightly. Lu Feng placed his coat around An Zhe and walked toward the wreckage of the plane. This was a small fighter plane and the wreckage wasn’t large. An Zhe watched Lu Feng pry the tail with parts scattered on the ground, taking out a bright orange box.

“I saw several planes falling down,” he said as he recalled what happened during the day.

Lu Feng lightly hummed. Even if An Zhe was a mushroom, it knew it was strange for so many planes to have engine failures at the same time.

“Why?” he asked.