After a few small talks, Yanagihara said goodbye to Wadson and officially entered the greenhouse with Al.

As soon as you step into the greenhouse, you will immediately understand the origin of its name.

The temperature in the greenhouse is much warmer than on the ice field, and during the day, people walking the streets don't even have to wear coats.

This made Yanagihara's dress look normal, and Al had already taken off his winter suit.

It can be called the last city-state of mankind, and it can also be called the last refuge of mankind.

The ramparts keep the beasts at bay, the isolation cover that covers the city keeps the cold snaps at bay, and the ice fields create an environment suitable for human survival.

With warm houses, safe streets, and even the sun that you can see when you look up, it's like you're back in time to before the disaster.

For human beings, the greenhouse is undoubtedly a pure land, but at the same time, it is also the last pure land.

Arriving at the accommodation Wadson had arranged for the two of them, Yanagihara and Al each found their own rooms and walked in.

It's a small hostel, the rooms are not too big and the furnishings are simple.

But thankfully, at least the environment is clean and there is hot water to bathe, which is a rare condition in a greenhouse.

Looks like that Wadson is quite good at being a man.

Yanagihara thought as he took off his clothes, dropped them on the back of his chair, and then turned and walked into the bathroom.

Yanagihara's skin is not white, and in contrast, it may be more wheat-colored. After all, when there is no snow, the ultraviolet rays on the ice field are very strong, and even with such a strange body, she can't guarantee that she won't get tanned.

In addition, she is very muscular. Oh, it's not that her muscles are toned, but that her muscles are well-proportioned, fit snugly all over her body, and have a clear texture with a special aesthetic. This also makes her body curves less feminine and more masculine.

I have to admit that if Yanagihara was a man, then she would be very handsome.

It's a pity that now she is just a female brute with a bad personality. Well, she's terrible by all accounts, and brutal at the same time.

"Whoa."

The sound of water in the bathroom is still ringing, and the small space is full of steam.

Yanagihara stood under the sprinkler with her eyes closed, letting the warm water wash over her cheeks and hair.

The blood stained before was washed away by the water, revealing her original appearance. The hair was also washed clean and black and soft again.

To be honest, Yanagihara doesn't hate bathing. On the contrary, she quite likes the feeling. Although she couldn't feel the temperature, the warm water made her blood flow faster, which gave her the illusion that she was still a normal person.

It's just that on the ice field, she rarely has the opportunity to take a bath.

Picking up the soap on the side and wiping it on his body, Yanagihara lowered his head and muttered to himself.

"So, life isn't always bad."

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By the time Yanagihara finished taking a shower, it was completely dark outside.

She didn't put on her coat, just put on her trousers and tank top and walked out into the hallway.

With a towel around her neck and her hair still dry, she would have looked seductive by now if it weren't for her angular muscles.

It's a pity that usually she can only give people a feeling that they dare not provoke.

Yanagihara took the coat to the innkeeper to clean, after all, the stench on it was indeed unbearable.

Recalling the indescribable look on the innkeeper's face when he took over the coat, Yanagihara felt that the inn would probably no longer provide laundry service in the future.

Not knowing if he had done something wrong, Yanagihara stood by the window in the hallway, took a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it with a lighter.

Well?

Where did her lighter come from?

Oh, I asked Wadson to borrow it before, but I forgot to return it when I left, and I don't know if I can remember it the next time we meet.

In short, if the other party doesn't mention it, then Yanagihara should be very cooperative and forget.

I don't know if it's an expired cigarette with a strange smell filling Yanagihara's mouth, but Yanagihara obviously doesn't care about these details, she just needs a little relaxation, a little relaxation.

Living in such an era and regulating one's emotions can be said to be an essential skill.

It just so happens that Yanagihara is very good at this.

No matter how bad the situation is, it is difficult to make her mood fluctuate, after all, she has always seen worse.

"Whew." Slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke from his mouth.

Yanagihara leaned against the window with his hands crossed, looking out at the greenhouse.

The sky above the greenhouse has darkened, the sun has faded, and the night has crept in as quietly as ever.

The street lamps in the streets are lit up one by one, slowly illuminating the city at night.

Under the dim yellow light, a faint white mist shrouded in a few flying insects hovering around the lampposts.

It seems that in such darkness, these tiny beings are always obsessively yearning for light.

Suddenly, Yanagihara heard the sound of the door being pushed behind him.

She turned around just in time to see Al walking out of the room.

"Yanagihara?" Al looked at Yanagihara standing in the corridor, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, she had never seen Yanagihara so clean and tidy.

There was no dirty hair, no loose coat, just slightly damp black hair, standing there silently.

"You haven't slept yet?" Yanagihara also looked at Al, holding the cigarette between his fingers and gently raising his brow.

"Well, some can't sleep." Al came to his senses, answered Yanagihara's question, and sat down on a bench in the hallway.

"Something?" Yanagihara didn't keep looking at the girl, but looked out the window again, smoking the cigarette in his hand and asked.

"Sort of." Al answered, sitting down in his chair and hugging his legs.

It can be seen that this girl is always very insecure.

"Want to talk to me?" Yanagihara asked calmly, flicking his fingertips of cigarette ash outside the window.

(PS: This behavior is uncivilized, please do not imitate.) ）

This time Al was silent and didn't answer right away.

It was only after a long time that she lowered her eyes and spoke up.

"Yanagihara, will I really be able to find my sister?"

Wadson's words had made her realize that she didn't seem to know anything about her sister's situation at all.

She didn't know where the other party lived now, what he was doing, and how he was doing.

Such a commission would not be easily accepted by anyone.

But Yanagihara accepted it, and now that he thought about it, Al felt that he had really made a very excessive request.

Glancing at Al with his eyes crossed, Yanagihara seemed to be silent for a while, and then said calmly with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes, I'll help you find it."

She is always so calm, so people can unconsciously want to believe her.

The light outside the window reflected on her side face, and the distinct light and shadow made her appearance look inexplicably charming.

It's like a stone sculpture, being illuminated by the setting sun.

Al looked up, and she looked at Yanagihara stunned, half-loud, as if relieved, and pursed her lips and chuckled.

"Sorry to keep asking you questions like that."

As she spoke, she slowly lowered her head again, and whispered softly with that shallow smile on her face.

"Just really, thank you·······"

She thought that maybe she was really lucky enough to meet Yanagihara.

This wanderer always seems to be able to solve all problems.

"Nothing." Yanagihara held his hand and smoked: "These are all things I should do, aren't they." ”

Who told her to agree to this commission?

There was no sound in the hallway, and neither of them said anything more for a while.

It wasn't until Yanagihara finished smoking the cigarette in her hand that she looked at Al again and asked.

"Do you want to hear a joke?"

"Okay." On the bench, Al blinked his somewhat reddened eyes and said with a smile.

"Hmm." Yanagihara nodded, and then began to tell herself the joke she had.

"Once upon a time there was a man who broke a hand while walking and was left with sequelae. So in the days that followed, he always complained about the injustice of fate and scolded the misery of life. One day, fate heard his question, thought it was funny, and let him break another leg. The man did not dare to speak, and closed his mouth, only cursing viciously in his heart. Fate thought it was funny again, so he turned him into a mute completely. The man who could not speak went crazy, he chose to commit suicide, and before he died, his soul saw his fate. He asked bitterly about his experience, wanting to know why his life was so miserable. Fate listened to him say everything, expressed his apologies, and was ready to solve his problem. But after thinking about it for a long time, fate asked him again blankly, by the way, I don't know which one you are? ”

"Poof." The joke wasn't funny, but Al laughed out loud.

Yanagihara also chuckled, leaned against the wall, shrugged his shoulders and said.

"Therefore, fate will never change its attitude towards you because of your complaints and worries, all you can do is believe that it will develop in a good direction."

Al seemed to hear Yanagihara's other meaning, and her smile stayed on her face.

After a long time, she looked back at Yanagihara and asked.

"What about Yanagihara, do you believe this? Things always work out for the better. ”

"Me?" Yanagihara was stunned, then shook his head, and said nonchalantly, "I don't believe it." ”

"Still." As she spoke, she looked at Al earnestly again.

"I want you to believe it."

Why?

Maybe it's because, in her eyes, Al and her are two completely different people.

Al, there's still room to be believed.