Curiously, he didn’t feel surprised when he said this sentence. It was like he was saying something ordinary. He was in a daze as he thought about the whole thing.

“Polly said that when you got rid of the basic form of the mushroom, you also acquired new properties or merged with the properties of other simple structured creatures, obtaining a new life form. The spore was a cyst-like existence. It was the life that was spared after the decay of your shell. That’s why you think it is more important than your own life, because it is indeed your life. You might’ve obtained eternal life in this way.”

An Zhe’s eyes widened slightly.

Lu Feng continued, “In addition, the first time I saw Polly, he was in pain. At that time, the spore came to Polly. I think you knew him.”

An Zhe nodded. He did have a vague impression of the sad Polly as well as many memories of being close to Lu Feng. It was just that he didn’t know what he was doing at the time. He felt his whole body shake.

“I’m sorry,” he told Lu Feng sullenly. If this was indeed the case then he was wrong. He had thought about the man in the worst direction. Lu Feng hadn’t violated his desire at the time and did raise the spore.

“It’s okay.” Lu Feng leaned close to him and there seemed to be some unspeakable waves in the green eyes that had always been indifferent. His voice was low as he declared, “…You are alive.”

Yes, he was alive. He was alive. The golden rays of light reflected on the green grass and the glittering dust in the breeze gently floated like a dream.

An Zhe gently held onto Lu Feng’s sleeve.

Then he remembered another thing—something he had long hated. A long time ago, he had opened the door of the laboratory and saw the spore. He thought the spore belonged to him and would float in his direction, but it went to where Lu Feng was.

He told Lu Feng about this.

Lu Feng quietly replied, “It was you who was thinking of me.”

An Zhe’s eyelids slightly lowered.

“I didn’t know,” he answered. “At that time…”

He and Lu Feng couldn’t be considered to have a good relationship. Thinking of this, he had a thought. Could his and Lu Feng’s current relationship be considered good?

His fingers gripping Lu Feng’s sleeve gradually tightened but the smoke-like thoughts dissipated the moment he looked up and met Lu Feng’s eyes. It was February 14th, four years ago when he and Lu Feng met in the wilderness of the Abyss.