Lu Feng opened the door of the armoured vehicle and settled down. The ground was like velvet grass. An Zhe stared into the distance. It was late spring and the dark green of the Abyss spread in an endless manner. The leaves rolled in the wind and the sound of birds flying could be heard far away. He had come to this place again.

He stared at Lu Feng, who had unexpectedly accompanied him here. “Why are you here?”

Lu Feng raised his eyebrows. “Don’t you want me to come?”

“It will take a long time. Don’t you work for the humans?”

“The Trial Court is dissolved.” Lu Feng watched him while speaking. “If there is a war or if I am needed then I will go back to the base.”

There was no pain, hatred or anything else in those cold green eyes. He seemed to have lost something, making him feel relieved. An Zhe reached out to remove a falling soft leaf from Lu Feng’s shoulder and was embraced by Lu Feng.

“Now I want to be with you.” He heard Lu Feng say lightly in the silence.

“…Why?” He held Lu Feng’s shoulder and rested his chin on the man’s shoulder. He didn’t say what he was asking but he knew that Lu Feng knew. The two of them always didn’t need to say much. He knew he liked Lu Feng but he didn’t know why Lu Feng liked him.

Lu Feng took a step forward so that An Zhe’s back rested against the car. He raised his head to see Lu Feng. Those eyes were just as quiet and clear as they were when they first met at the base’s gates.

Lu Feng watched him for a long time. For three years, he often dreamed of that day. At that time, his soul was caught in a thorny quagmire that he was unable to extricate himself from. This was how he met An Zhe.

An Zhe was a human, a heterogeneous, a monster. He should be killed, he shouldn’t be killed. He was everything that couldn’t be defined, he was the craziest possibility. He was like everyone in a pool of blood.

“Why did you walk into the Simpson Cage?” Lu Feng suddenly asked.

An Zhe thought about it before shaking his head. “I don’t know.”

Then An Zhe whispered, “So you don’t know.”

“I know.” Lu Feng leaned his head against An Zhe’s forehead and spoke softly, “Because you are a small mushroom.”

This perfunctory answer made An Zhe raise his eyes with disgruntlement. Then he saw the undercurrents surging in the green eyes and his gaze couldn’t help softening.

In the Abyss, everything grew. In fact, he remembered every sentence Polly had said.