In the darkness, that thing is emitting a beautiful, light green glow. An Zhe widens his eyes and takes it——It’s a glass jar, and in the jar are a dozen of little fireflies, the same kind he saw earlier in the evening.

They’re flying about inside the transparent glass jar. It’s night, the sky is completely dark, but those twinkling, starry lights are more beautiful than the illumination of dusk.

“Wow.” An Zhe gasps.

He hugs that jar, not letting go.

“For you to play.” The colonel says.

Then, he opens the cap of the jar, and the fireflies come flying out. They are lifeforms that live in groups, so they fly together from one end of the room to the other, from the ground to the ceiling, like a small floating light.

An Zhe sits up in bed, reaches out to grab for them a few times. They are creatures who are intimate with mushrooms, so they don’t avoid him, flying around, circling him.

“When did you catch them? I didn’t notice.” He turns around to look at Lu Feng with a smile, and notices the colonel has been watching him intently ever since he’s opened the jar.

It suddenly dawns on him.

A person might not ever fully understand another, but humans are always trying to understand each other.

This is also a form of happiness, like getting wet under the same rain.

3

An Zhe is next to the door of the car.

The misty rain is obscuring the skylights.

This is the third time he and Lu Feng have come to the abyss together.

He’s in the middle of transforming into a mushroom.

The mycelium crawls up Lu Feng’s clothes, his form gradually changing. After changing into a mushroom he will break free of the bondage of the human form, and he will be able to go about the abyss freely.

Halfway through his transformation, Lu Feng presses his belly. This guy always likes to play like this.

“When will you have a baby spore?” Lu Feng asks.

His tone is so matter-of-fact like he’s asking “When are you going to have a baby”.

Of course this isn’t something so matter-of-fact.

First, An Zhe can’t give birth, he can only grow a spore that belongs to him. A spore, according to Polly’s explanation——Is the infant form of a new body.

Next, he doesn’t know when he will have a spore. He no longer remembers when that first spore started growing, nor for what reason.

“I don’t know.” He says.

Then he asks, “Do you want a baby spore very much?”

“Yes.” Lu Feng replies.

“Why?”

“Because it’s fun.” Lu Feng says.

An Zhe is furious because of this guy again.

Is it really that fun to subconsciously play around with him?

He says, “I won’t let you play with it.”