A few seconds later, Lu Feng stated, “I was fooled by you before.”

An Zhe cocked his head.

“You didn’t even know about the crime of indecent assault and you were an illegal worker with a monthly salary lower than the minimum.” The colonel counted off these things thoughtfully. “This can’t be explained by a simple and limited intelligence.”

An Zhe, “…”

He ordered, “You stop.”

However, it was clear that the colonel’s hearing was selective.

“That night was also abnormal. You invited me to stay at your place.”

“It was because you had no place to go.”

“The problem was that you gave me your toothbrush. You didn’t understand human social etiquette at all.”

An Zhe didn’t speak, like his hearing had also become selective.

“Unless it was a poor flirting method you learned on the third floor. But you were good that night.”

An Zhe knew the colonel was talking about the night of Judgment Day. He invited the man to sleep in his room all night.

An Zhe went to hug Lu Feng. His forehead was against this person’s chest and there was a warm and strong touch through the cloth. An Zhe could hear the steady heartbeat in his ears. The past was like a dream.

An Zhe envisioned another possibility.

“Then.” An Zhe paused. “If at that time…”

If at that time, he was really wrong—

If he was really a worker of the third underground floor or if he was a mushroom without thoughts, blinding following Boss Shaw’s advice and approaching the Judge—what would Lu Feng do that night?

A heterogeneous with ulterior motives and the Judge with nowhere to go.

At that time, they didn’t know each other well and were on guard against each other. It was a time of death, protests and betrayal. What if at that time, An Zhe had leaned over to kiss Lu Feng or unbuttoned his coat?

An Zhe didn’t know. He only knew that today, thinking of Lu Feng’s back on the night of Judgement Day, his heart trembled violently. He stared into the green eyes, as if returning to the moment when the bloody night wind roared across the city.

Therefore, that expression appeared on his face again. The quiet, sad expression.

God loved the world.

God didn’t love the world.

The bed, desk and furnishings in this place were all set up like the standard rooms at the bast. At night, the room was dark. The wind came from an unknown place, just like the night on that day. An Zhe was the same as that time. In soft, white cotton pyjamas, his face gave off an unworldly air.