An Zhe’s soft lips no longer resisted. During the interval where they took a breath, Lu Feng gazed at his expression. He was gasping lightly and quickly, his eyelashes slightly lowered and the water droplets on his eyelashes shimmering lightly. An Zhe’s hands clung to Lu Feng’s shoulder with a type of timid, gentle innocence. Due to his whiteness, it was close to compassion. There was a divinity in the compassion—like some type of spiritual charity that he wanted to give at this moment.

Yet he was still crying. Lu Feng kissed his tears away, as if this would erase all the sorrows between them.

In the end, the rain outside gradually stopped. In the evening, the sky was shining with a cloudy yellow light.

An Zhe knelt on the bed. His fingers trembled as he hugged Lu Feng and slowly laid him flat on the bed.

Lu Feng’s eyes were closed. He had fallen asleep and his breathing was even. Nothing could wake him now. It was easy to do this. During the kiss, a part of the tip of his tongue turned into soft mycelium and the colonel couldn’t detect this.

The sleeping Lu Feng couldn’t capture him anymore, couldn’t hold him. An Zhe smiled. In fact, Lu Feng never captured him. An Zhe suddenly understood this. Leave or stay, he had to decide for himself.

Suddenly—

An Zhe’s vision darkened and the pain struck violently. The last mycelium also broke. Something was separating from him, like a human losing his arm or an eyeball. However, it wasn’t this, it wasn’t something insignificant. The existence of the spore was far more important than limbs or organs.

His body suddenly became empty. It was a deeper and emptier voice than the loss of the immature spore. It was like his connection with the world was suddenly cut off. The most important thing to him had come out and he only had a broken and decaying body. It was a shell of a body.

An Zhe suddenly felt choked up. At this moment, he was convinced he heard fate whispering in his ear like a demon. He looked ahead, raising a trembling hand.

Just before this moment, he thought he had a choice. He really thought he had a choice. However, once it happened, he found he had no choice.

He was completely astonished.

The spore came out of his body and was held in his hand. An Zhe gazed at the little white thing and finally managed to smile at it.

“…I’m sorry.”

He continued, “I… what am I going to do? Do you want to follow me? I might not be able to… support you.”