Yanagihara was surprised that Angelica had actually set up a mercenary group on her own, and she had been away from the central area for so long that she hadn't heard the news at all.

And she only returned to the western part of the icefield two years ago, and until then, she had been wandering the depths of the north and south.

Truth be told, it wasn't what she wanted to see, because she wanted Angelica to live out the rest of her life in a greenhouse.

It's just that she's not good at talking, so she never says anything to Angelica.

At the same time, she also felt that she had no position to express, because she was not the real relative of the other party, she was just a wanderer passing by accidentally.

A wanderer who will eventually abandon others.

So no matter what Angelica does, she doesn't seem to have the qualifications to care.

It's just inexplicable, Yanagihara is still a little stunned. What was she wondering, maybe she hadn't been able to be by that girl's side properly.

But Angelica shouldn't need her, Yanagihara always thought.

After all, she is always silent and always unkind.

After all, she had never told Angelica about any of her feelings.

She didn't let Angelica see her joy when Angelica assembled her first pistol.

She didn't let Angelica see her worries, when Angelica was sitting alone in the corner with no friends to play with.

She didn't let Angelica see her gloom, when Angelica complained that she didn't have parents.

She also didn't let Angelica see her bow and apologize to someone else, after Angelica injured the neighbor's child.

Angelica shouldn't care too much about her leaving.

For this reason, Yanagihara had specifically confirmed, and she asked Angelica what she would do if she left one day.

At that time, Angelica's answer was, you can go, what does it matter to me, it's a big deal for me to live alone.

Yanagihara believed it, so she left silently.

It's a pity that what she didn't know was that she had left the central greenhouse for ten years, and Angelica had also been looking for her for ten years.

I have to say that the two are really alike, and in some ways, they are both clumsy.

They all thought they didn't need to express themselves.

They all thought they understood what each other meant.

So a man hid all his blessings in the depths. So a person thinks that he was born lonely.

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It was late at night, the wind and snow outside the carriage were getting heavier and heavier, the cold air condensed on the car windows, and the north wind whistled by, carrying with people incomprehensible whimpering.

Everyone else had already fallen asleep, and Yanagihara sat on the side of the carriage, looking less sleepy.

She stared out the window at the night, as if she were staring at the gloom she had faced.

"Yanagihara, it's so cold······" In her arms, Al's body moved, and he said something from a dream.

"Stay away from me, and you won't be cold." Yanagihara said calmly.

What she said was the most effective way to do it, because her body had no temperature, so it would absorb the heat from Al's body in turn.

But Al didn't seem to hear clearly, and hugged Yanagihara a little tighter.

It's like a person lying in the snow who has to hold another block of ice.

Looking at the girl silently, half a sound, Yanagihara seemed to let out a breath, took a stove from his side, and lit the flame inside.

The flames reflected on the two of them, making Al's face slightly ruddy

After probably sitting for a while, Yanagihara thought for a moment, and slowly grasped the outer wall of the stove with her hand, letting the hot iron burn her skin.

In this way, how much can her body be warmer, at least better than nothing, right?

This snowy night seemed to bring a little warmth, from the burning fire in the hand.

It is like the light that appeared in the dark times of the past, dispelling the cold, but also accompanied by pain.

Yanagihara, however, doesn't feel anything anymore.

"Al."

"Huh?"

"Is it warmer?" Yanagihara asked.

"Hmm." The girl whispered with her eyes closed, like a sleepy young beast.

"Then get some rest." Yanagihara raised his other hand and gently patted the girl on the forehead.

That's all she can do.

Give the other party some false warmth, no way, who made her a cold person.

The next day, the snow was a little lighter, and the team was back on the road.

On the way, Al tells Yanagihara that she had a dream yesterday.

She dreamed of a sunny afternoon when she was sleeping soundly under the covers. On the balcony, Yanagihara was humming a song while drying his clothes. At the bottom of the stairs, her sister wore an apron and called for the two of them to go down for lunch together.

She said she had never been so warm, and Yanagihara smiled and raised his hand to pat her forehead again.

This time, however, there seemed to be some warmth on that hand.

It's as if it hasn't gone away, and it's as if it's already existing.

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As the day draws closer to the eastern ice wall, De Roso's body is getting weaker and weaker.

These days, he is often seen sitting alone in the corner with his chest covered.

The three of them also seemed to notice something unusual, but did not mention it.

Until, for the first time, De Rosso fainted in the carriage.

While Maika was chatting with him, he suddenly collapsed straight down.

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"Mr. De Roso, it seems that there is something that you have to tell us."

At the table, De Rosso woke up, and Maika placed a can of broth in front of him and spoke slowly.

"yes." De Rosso smiled bitterly, looked around at the people sitting around him, picked up the broth, took a sip, and said with a long breath.

"I'm sorry for hiding it from you."

"So, tell me, what is your situation right now?" Jester sat aside, clasping his hands.

To be honest, he didn't like this kind of sudden change.

But who made De Rosso make a good impression on them, so they didn't terminate the contract in the first place.

"Have you heard of heart swelling?" De Rosso raised his gaze regretfully, glanced at Jester and said.

"Uh." Jester's face stiffened for a moment, then he shrugged his shoulders and looked at Maika and Kent beside him.

"It looks like it's a little worse than we predicted."

Kent sat on the side with a frown, and after a long time, he asked slowly.

"If that's the disease, why don't you stay in a greenhouse and get treated?"

"So, didn't I say it many times?" De Rosso tugged at his mouth and laughed.

"There's one more thing I have to do, and I haven't done it."

The sunlight shining through the window shone on DeRoso's side face, illuminating his smile.

Some reluctantly, but incomparably brilliant.

Yanagihara seemed to recognize that smile, as if she had seen it before.

If I'm not mistaken, it was probably a laugh that went all out.

A smile that can only pull out a smile even if it tries its best.

I can't tell if it's bitter or joyful.