"So, didn't Sister Liz come back with you in the end?"

On the snow of the ice field, Al sat by the lit fire, hugged his legs, and asked about Yanagihara's later story.

"Hmm." But Yanagihara only gave her a short answer, as if he didn't want to discuss more on this topic.

Al must have seen this, lowered his head, and didn't ask any more questions.

The flame scorched the jerky, making a simple heat.

In the middle of the noise, the girl took out a camera from her backpack next to her, the one she had picked up in the ruins dump.

Liz had previously made a charger for this thing, so that it could be used for a long time.

Al probably flipped through the pictures in her camera, and after a few moments, she suddenly asked Yanagihara.

"Yanagihara, is the relationship between people like this?"

Yanagihara, who was sitting across from the girl, paused, then nodded and replied blandly.

"Well, most of the time."

There will always be a day of separation, and there will always be a time when I will never remember it again.

As a creature that can retain memories for a long time, humans prefer to forget.

This kind of behavior is complex and contradictory.

"Will we ever have a lot of things like this in the future?" The girl asked again, after all, she had already experienced too many similar differences since leaving Greenhouse Three.

"If nothing else." Yanagihara raised his brow in dismay.

"There will be many."

As she spoke, she plucked the dried meat from the dagger and handed it to Al.

The girl took the jerky, was silent for a moment, and ate with her head down, until she asked slowly again.

"Will we lose touch one day?"

Yanagihara looked away from the girl's gaze and withdrew the dagger back into his waist.

"Yes, but trust me Al, it's a good thing."

There was some regret in the girl's eyes, which was rare, because for the first time after her sister's death, she seemed to want to leave something behind.

But she still couldn't save anything.

The sky was cloudless in the endless snowfield, and after the blizzard, there was a good weather that was almost invisible in the ice field.

But there is no one to praise or speak for.

······

After lunch, Yanagihara took Al on his way again.

The two have been on the Western Ice Sheet for several months since leaving Greenhouse 3 West, and it is expected that it will not be long before they will be able to enter the central area of the Ice Field.

To be honest, Yanagihara still has a lot of memories there.

However, as a person who has lived for too long, she still hopes that she will not think of those memories.

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Half a month later, in the mercenary group camp in the central greenhouse, a tall woman wearing a military hat and an overcoat was sitting in her room eating breakfast.

She was wearing a light green officer's attire, which made her figure look slender and straight, and also made her aura invisibly carry a bit of iron and oppression.

At the same time, she also has a pair of sharp eyes, and the two lines of sight are like knives, even if you look at them calmly, it is enough to make people feel frightened.

She eats quietly, sitting upright and straight, even with the action of cutting food with a knife.

Perhaps this is the case with excellent soldiers, like a robot that will never relax, and everything it does has its fixed program and running logic.

It was probably around the time the woman had taken her third bite of food when there was a knock on the door to her room.

The woman's eating action stopped, then she raised her eyes to look at the door, slowly put down the knife and fork in her hand, tidied up her neckline and said.

"Come in."

A moment later, a woman also dressed in a military uniform walked into the room.

"An Jie, you wake up, this is the recent expenditure in the corps, this is the entrusted mission recently released by several nearby greenhouses, this is the list of relatives of the members who died in the last operation, and this is the expected indicator in the regiment next month······"

As she spoke, the woman who entered the door handed over the documents in her hand to the woman at the table one by one.

"Please take a look at it, sign it by the way, I'll come and get it later." Oh yes, and you want me to bring the Greenhouse Times. ”

Placing the last newspaper on the table, the woman who came in after gave a competent military salute and then turned to leave.

She looks vigorous and looks like she's pretty busy.

In fact, as a secretary of a large mercenary group, she does have a lot to do.

The woman sitting at the dining table rubbed her brow with a headache after her secretary left.

"That's a lot."

Looking at the documents on the table, she said helplessly, and there was a look of exhaustion in her sharp eyes.

But then, she picked up the newspaper on the top, and read it unhurriedly while eating her breakfast.

Mornings are a rare time for her to rest, and she doesn't want to waste them all on work.

A huge painting appeared on the cliff ice wall of the Western Ice Field, causing a sensation and onlookers.

Is it so exaggerated?

After a brief glance at the accompanying photo, the woman named An Jie at the table nodded flatly.

It's really pretty good.

The No. 4 greenhouse in the west has successfully resisted the infestation of animal herds, and the snow train may become a viable means.

How is it all news of some western ice fields?

However, for a small greenhouse, it is indeed not easy to resist the beast disaster.

Thinking so, the woman continued to flip the newspaper in her hand to the next page.

But the next moment, her hand was there.

Perhaps because of her excitement, for about a breath, the edges of the newspaper were crumpled together by her.

The woman's brows were furrowed, and the sharpness in her eyes seemed to be even worse, and her expression seemed to be a little puzzled, and it seemed to be a little angry.

Why she was so out of shape is unclear for the time being.

But what is certain is that on the page of the newspaper she was reading, there was such a message.

On the night of a snowstorm, the manager temporarily accepted the refugees in the fifth greenhouse in the west, is it a righteous act or a fool's errand?

Attached to the text is a photograph of two faint figures reflected on the screen of a broadcasting tower.

I can't see the exact face, but at least I can see the general shape and outline.

"Is that you?" Halfway through, a voice of self-talk rang out in the room.

After a while, the newspaper was gently placed on the table, and the woman reached into her pocket and pulled out an old badge.

Leaning back in her chair and looking at the badge in her hand, the woman finally sighed slowly.

"Maybe, it's just that I was wrong······"

After all, that person hadn't been seen for too long.