But he hesitates for a moment, and in the end he still lightly blows, sending this little bug out of the car cabin. He thinks, since the colonel is someone who suspiciously has a minor mysophobia, then he probably wouldn’t like having a little bug inside the rooms.

After the little bug is gone, he closes the window, and starts to wipe the surface dust off the window.

As he cleans, he keeps feeling the colonel is watching him.

Sure enough, three seconds later, the colonel asks him, “Why are you always wiping the windows? Do you have mysophobia?”

An Zhe, “...”

He turns around and leaves the area that’s visible from the reflectors.

In the following three days, An Zhe observed Lu Feng.

First, he discovered that whether the blanket was folded neatly or not, it didn't affect the colonel’s mood.

The angle the ballpoint pen was placed didn’t affect how the colonel used it.

——And then he purposely dirtied the desk. At night when the colonel saw the tea stains on the desk, he wasn’t obviously upset. He took a cleaning spray, wiped the stains away, and continued to work unflinchingly.

An Zhe begins to doubt his own neurotic, repeated cleaning actions.

And feeling a little down.

At night when they’re in bed.

“I don’t have mysophobia. It’s because I saw your rooms in the past had all been very cold,” An Zhe says in a small voice, “I thought you like it that way.”

Lu Feng caresses his face.

“Thank you.” He says.

An Zhe rests his fingers on Lu Feng’s arm, and he doesn’t speak.

After a while, Lu Feng says, “I never noticed it before.”

“And now?” An Zhe asks.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with.” Lu Feng says.

An Zhe pillows on his arm and lowers his eyes.

It’s only a small matter, but it’s made him think of many more things.

“I just, I just feel…” He’s having some difficulty forming his words, his eyes lost, “Sometimes, I don’t understand you too well.”

“It’s impossible to fully understand someone.” Lu Feng says.

“But——” An Zhe starts, but stops.

Humans have too many issues and have too many emotions, he thinks. Humans are forever guessing at each other, pondering. There are times when he really wants to be two simple mushrooms with Lu Feng, having the same wind blow at them, get wet under the same rain, spending their entire lifetime growing together without anything else.

He turns to face Lu Feng, but Lu Feng gets up.

An Zhe is confused and watches him, and see the colonel pulls open the drawer of a dresser at the head of the bed and taking something out, passing it to him.