“Have a good rest,” Lu Feng told the doctor. “I have sent coordinates to the United Front.”

He hung up the communicator before glancing at An Zhe. Lu Feng asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“What just happened?”

An Zhe shook his head.

“You don’t know?”

An Zhe whispered, “No, I can’t tell you.”

He suddenly noticed that Lu Feng’s eyes were so cold they were frightening.

“En.” Lu Feng’s fingers moved smoothly along An Zhe’s hair, his voice light. “So you can’t tell me where the sample is either.”

An Zhe lowered her head. He had nothing to say about the spore. It was that way in the past and the same now. In this world, the quiet time was in vain. Like the end of a dream, he and Lu Feng finally returned to a few days ago.

The Judge and heterogeneous, pursuer and defector. He wouldn’t hand over the spore and Lu Feng wouldn’t let him go. He didn’t want to look into Lu Feng’s eyes and he changed the topic, “Is the base’s situation currently bad?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’re going back?”

“I’m going back.”

“But the doctor said… there is no hope,” he whispered.

He immediately realized the folly of his words. Even if the base was about to perish, it was impossible for Lu Feng to not return. After a long silence, Lu Feng declared, “I’m a person of the base.”

An Zhe’s lips thinned. Lu Feng belonged to the base, just like he belonged to the Abyss. They couldn’t live together peacefully. Lu Feng had already sent coordinates to the United Front while An Zhe refused to say the location of the spore. It wasn’t difficult for him to imagine what would happen to him next.

He stared at Lu Feng. Thanks to the rain curtain outside, the light was dim. He couldn’t see Lu Feng, nor could he understand Lu Feng.

The world was changing and becoming crazier. Even the doctor said that it was the end for humans. At the last moment before humanity’s death, what was Lu Feng thinking? An Zhe didn’t know and just watched Lu Feng quietly.

“I sometimes feel that if the base was to perish in my lifetime,” Lu Feng’s voice was low. “Everything that I did before…”

He stopped and didn’t speak, his mood fluctuating like a ripple on the water before soon freezing.

“There might be a miracle.” An Zhe could only say this sentence gently. It was the only thing he could think of to comfort Lu Feng.

Lu Feng looked down at him. “Do you think it’s possible?”

“Yes. It’s like… it is like the world is so big but your plane happened to crash beside me.” He continued, “If not, you would be dead.”