There was only the roaring wind as they fell to an unknown fate, but there was nothing to fear.

“You have been a hero,” Tang Lan declared. “I’ll be a hero too.”

In the distance, the mountains stretched out. The morning sun was shining.

CHAPTER 89: MUTTER (JJWXC)

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An Zhe was in the car.

The morning light entered the armoured vehicle from the skylight.

This was the fourth time that he had gone to the Abyss with Lu Feng.

He woke up but he didn’t get up. He couldn’t get up. He wrapped himself in the quilt and didn’t leave it until Lu Feng placed a glass of milk in front of him.

Lu Feng asked, “Are you feeling better?”

An Zhe nodded.

“Does it still hurt?”

An Zhe shook his head. After shaking his head, he nodded again.

Lu Feng slightly frowned and came to An Zhe. He reached for the thin quilt and An Zhe let him pull it away.

The quilt was made of a delicate fabric that was smooth and soft but it seemed rough compared to the crystal white skin.

This skin was now covered in marks. The slightly lower part of the left chest had a place with broken skin and it was red. Originally, there was nothing wrong with this. An Zhe got up in the morning and put on his coat, but the material happened to rub against this wound. It had stung and An Zhe let out a small gasp of pain.

Lu Feng opened the drawer, took out alcohol and cleaned a cotton ball. Then he applied the medicine. Thus, the skin on the chest reddened again. This soft skin was too delicate, like a white mushroom growing in the rainy season whose juices would flow out when pinched.

After applying the medicine, the wound was cold and An Zhe wrapped himself tightly in the quilt again. Lu Feng embraced him across the quilt and he leaned his head against Lu Feng’s right shoulder, leaning on this person.

—Suddenly, An Zhe realized that this man was the culprit of the wound and that he shouldn’t live with him peacefully. An Zhe tried to withdraw but he was already held by Lu Feng. He struggled to no avail. In the process, the fabric of the quilt rubbed against his wound.

“Don’t move,” Lu Feng ordered.

An Zhe, “……”

Not only did this person’s tone not contain the slightest bit of guilt, he seemed to be criticizing An Zhe for moving. Too abominable.

The moment he raised his eyes, he could see Lu Feng’s neck and Adam’s Apple—he grinded his teeth against it.