“He couldn’t keep it hidden for long, he knew. Once order was restored and research began anew, it would definitely be possible to figure out the sequence of events of the humans important laboratory losing something. He had to leave-the earlier, the better.

But he couldn’t keep himself from taking a sharp, cool object out of his shirt pocket. It was the badge that Lu Feng had pinned to his coat, which An Zhe had taken off.

He held it in his hand, thinking that once the aurora lit up and he heard the news of the PL1109 returning, he’d leave then

— if such a day came.

There wasn’t anything good in this city. Only potato soup was quite nice.

If it weren’t — if it weren’t for his spore always wanting to get close to Lu Feng, he would have left long ago.”