Lu Feng’s fingers pressed against An Zhe’s shoulders and An Zhe’s eyes became real again. An Zhe lowered his eyelashes slightly before raising his eyes to meet Lu Feng’s eyes. His eyelashes twitched slightly, like the delicate shaking of the flowers and leaves after the butterfly landed on them.

Lu Feng stared at him for a long time, like staring at the twilight on the snowfield.

Once the twilight came, An Zhe leaned over and kissed him gently. Silently, he kissed these lips again and again.

The past flickered before fading.

CHAPTER 89: MUTTER (HARDCOVER)

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An Zhe is in the front of the car,

The afternoon sun’s rays shine obliquely down through the skylights of the armoured vehicle.

This is the first day he and Lu Feng have gone to the abyss.

When the human troops conduct missions in the wild, the armoured vehicle is their mobile camp. The driving cabin is at the front, and the massive bulk of the storage space takes over three quarters of the rest of the vehicle body. The remaining one quarter is at the bottom, low and constrained, and it’s the break cabin where one can barely stand straight. The break cabin has a thin board separating it, which is better than nothing, and it’s a compartment for two with a coffee table in the middle for water cups. Since it doesn’t see the sun, the blankets and pillows have a vague smell of mold to them.

From the first time he’s come to the human base, An Zhe has ridden Vance’s vehicle, and in his memories there are also some impressions of these armoured trucks, which leads to him thinking in the past, the colonel must think it a drudgery spending at least half the year in these armoured vehicles. Whenever the colonel went to rest in these narrowed beds and got up, his head must’ve hit the ceiling.

And then the colonel would be in a bad mood.

When the colonel got in a bad mood, the entire troop would fall under a giant shadow, putting everyone on edge, and no one would dare say a word.

And this atmosphere would lead to the colonel being in a worse mood, which would then affect his sleep.

Thus, the next morning when the colonel woke up, due to the lack of sleep, his intelligence would decline visibly, his actions no longer perfect and without weakness.

——And so he would hit his head again.

The journey of the troop in the abyss would then go on under this giant shadow day after day.

The first night spent in the colonel’s vehicle, it’s a beautiful starry night sky outside the skylight, and An Zhe sits on a leveled, large bed, hugging a pillow in a spacious room, feeling the gentle and comfortable breeze coming in through the side window, describing to the colonel his initial imaginations.