Later, Liz couldn't remember when she lost consciousness, she only remembered that it was probably on the street before entering the greenhouse, a cold wind blew, and she felt a little tired, so she gently closed her eyes.

She must have fallen asleep because she had a dream.

In the dream, she died in front of the gate of the greenhouse, and Yanagihara had no power to change anything, so he could only bury her and continue to the east with Al .

The wind and snow had subsided that day, and the sky was cloudless, and it was a good weather that was almost invisible on the ice sheet.

Yanagihara and Al's snowmobiles gradually disappeared in the direction of the horizon.

And the story of the three of them ended with a regretful ending.

She died here, Yanagihara would eventually sink into the sea to the east, and Al would probably continue to wander.

They will never meet again, and there will never be that concert by the sea again.

Everything seemed to be a memory that no one would ever remember again, in that old camera.

It seems like a reasonable story, but it's a shame again.

yes, what a pity, Liz thought in her dream.

Unfortunately, until the end, Yanagihara and Al were not able to see the letter she left behind.

It's a pity that on the day they separated, the sun was so beautiful.

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A slightly bitter regret haunted Liz's heart until she opened her eyes again.

At this time, she was lying in a strange room, covered with a quilt, not thick or thin, but enough to make her feel warm.

Surrounded by simple furniture, about a set of tables and chairs, and a light bulb hanging overhead, emitting a soft glow.

The side windows were ajar, and some sounds from outside could be faintly heard, as if someone was discussing something, accompanied by a laugh or two.

Is this a greenhouse?

Liz thought because she couldn't feel the cold.

At this moment, the door was pushed open.

Liz subconsciously wanted to get up, but because of the weakness of her hands and feet, she could only sweep her gaze.

She saw a figure in an overcoat walk in through the door.

"Are you awake?"

Yanagihara walked into the room with a bowl, and when she saw that Liz was already lying on the bed and opened her eyes, she was stunned for a moment, and then raised the small bowl in her hand and said.

"Eat?"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the room was silent for a while.

After a long time, perhaps finally distinguishing between dream and reality, Liz finally grinned the corners of her mouth and said with a smile.

"Eat."

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"So, where the hell is this?"

Leaning lazily on the head of the bed, Liz opened her mouth and took a bite of the food that Yanagihara had fed, looked sideways at the street outside the window, and asked without saying a word.

"Refugee camp improvised by greenhouses." Yanagihara replied lightly while stirring the broth in his hand.

As she spoke, she scooped up another spoonful of minced meat and brought it to Liz's mouth.

Looking down at the cloudy matter in the spoon, Liz pursed her mouth.

"This thing is hard to eat, did you make it?"

"Supplies for the greenhouse." Yanagihara shrugged his shoulders, tried to taste it on the edge of the bowl, and said with a raised brow.

"It's fine."

At least not to her, it wasn't to the point of being unpalatable.

"Cut, what can you taste, you don't know how to enjoy it." Liz stabbed Yanagihara with disdain, but then opened her mouth again and ate the broth from the spoon.

Yanagihara helplessly did not speak, and the right was to take care of the patient.

"By the way, Al." Eating what was in her mouth, Liz asked indistinctly.

"I'm playing with Nana next door." Yanagihara lowered his head and continued to scoop the broth.

"That Northford's daughter?"

"Well, you remember him."

"Of course, I have a good memory."

“······”

"Speaking of which, what are they playing?"

"Your phone."

"Hey, these two unlucky kids."

Outside, the streets were bustling, and from time to time you could see a few refugees passing by with supplies.

Liz sat at the head of the bed, looking at the smiles on people's faces, and only felt that time seemed to be a rare calm.

Half-loud, perhaps a breeze blowing through the window, she turned her head, looked at Yanagihara and said.

"Yanagihara, that gust of wind just now was so warm."

Yanagihara sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, and neither of them spoke for a while.

"Huh."

It wasn't until a moment later that they both burst out laughing at the same time.

With a plain and gentle smile on his face.

yes, it's warm.

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Over the next few days, Liz gradually recovered.

It is worth mentioning that the manager of the greenhouse came to her for a special time, because he wanted her to hold another concert in the greenhouse.

Liz agreed.

This concert is very formal, whether it is the stage, the set, or the lighting. With the help of refugees and greenhouse dwellers, everything was set up quickly and without the slightest hindrance.

Even the newspaper office in the greenhouse helped print free concert tickets and distributed them to everyone, making a little different sense of ceremony.

Around the fifteenth day after entering the greenhouse, Liz personally handed over the two tickets to Yanagihara and Al.

She hoped that the two of them would be able to come to participate, but unfortunately Yanagihara had no intention of staying.

She put away her tickets, but left the greenhouse with Al the day before the concert began.

By this time, they had already purchased enough supplies with the rare ore left behind by Droso to be able to continue their journey to the East.

However, just before they were about to leave, Yanagihara suddenly saw a figure standing by the door of the greenhouse, and that person was none other than Liz.

"Hey." Presumably noticing that the two had discovered themselves, Liz stood there and chuckled, waving her hand and shouting.

"If you don't come this time, you must remember to come next time."

"Got it."

Yanagihara smiled as well, raised one of his hands and waved, then started the snowmobile, drove out of the greenhouse gate, and led Al into the ice field.

In the oncoming wind, Liz watched the two go away, squinting and enjoying the sunshine.

On this night, the girl had another dream, in which she was dead, and now all this has not happened at all.

It was about the middle of the night when Liz woke up, smiling and lying on the bed, holding out one of her palms to the east.

"I'll definitely go, the sea to the east." She said.

I will definitely show up and play and sing without regrets.