Liz had said a lot about the Dark Ages that night, and it was safe to assume that she had learned about it in detail.

In this era, there are few people who are familiar with history like her, and even if it is only about a hundred years ago, it has been forgotten by most people in the long river of time.

Most people only care about life in the moment, because the continuation of the moment alone is enough to exhaust them.

For Al, she had heard a lot of things that night that she had never known before.

She is a pure post-disaster person, who knows almost nothing before the disaster, and does not know any so-called history. In her old world, there seemed to be only one gray greenhouse, and the snow on the greenhouse.

Until Yanagihara appeared and took her to the ice field.

There's no way to say whether this was a blessing or a misfortune, as it may have been a decision made on the whim of fate.

In the vast majority of cases, people have no choice but to accept it.

As it rolled out late at night, Liz and Al fell asleep, and Yanagihara covered the two of them with the quilt that had not been washed for so long that it was a little sour.

Leaning against the narrow folding bed, the wanderer looked up at the roof, as if he could see the outside world through the roof.

"Hmph~Hmph~Hmph."

She hummed the tune of her hometown again.

It made her feel like she was back in the summer of that year, sitting in the alley in front of her house to cool off.

The shade of the trees swayed, and the cicadas chirped.

The uncle next door was still listening to the sizzling radio, and the radio still played this ballad she had heard since she was a child.

A cold glass of soda will allow her to sit quietly all day.

However, all of this is now a thing of the past, and sadly, there is no summer on the ice sheets.

The only thing Yanagihara can stay behind is this song.

"Did anyone tell you, you sing very well." Suddenly, a voice came from behind Yanagihara.

Yanagihara looked back and saw Liz lying on her side on the bed, quietly looking at herself.

"You're the first." Yanagihara shrugged his shoulders and replied.

"That's a shame." Liz smiled softly, squinting at those crimson eyes.

"Okay, it's late, let's go to bed early." Yanagihara slowly reached out and patted the girl's shoulder, like an elder soothing a child who refused to rest.

"Again, Yanagihara." At the bedside, Liz smiled slightly.

"Why didn't I meet you sooner······

That way, I wouldn't have to live alone in this ruin for so long.

That way, I might be able to value my own life more.

No one knows how happy Liz has been these two days, because it's been so long since she's spoken so much.

This ruin is silent, and silent is terrifying.

In fact, before she desperately tried to speak out, Liz had already gone through a long silence.

She was a madman, but she had also been afraid, in silent night after night, in silent moment after moment.

Yes, why, the person who should be there always doesn't show up when he should be.

Yes, who wants to wake up alone in the cold night if they can't sleep peacefully.

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Liz fell back asleep in Yanagihara's reassurance, but the night didn't seem to be going to end like that.

It was around the wee hours of the morning when the alarm in the room suddenly went vibrating.

Yanagihara opened her eyes at the first moment, her sleep was always light, and Liz and Al were still sleeping deeply.

Without any intention of waking the two of them, Yanagihara got up and turned off the alarm, and then walked quietly outside.

She knew what the alarm was vibrating, because Liz had told her that it meant someone was nearby.

It could just be a coincidence, or it could be an intentional act.

In short, Yanagihara was going to go out and have a look, and anyway, there was no notable danger in this ruin.

Outside the basement, the wind must have been a little stronger, blowing in the face like a knife on the cheeks.

However, Yanagihara didn't feel cold, nor did she feel pain, all she could feel was the touch of the wind blowing on her face, and I have to say, it was even quite comfortable.

Walking around the vicinity of the ramparts, Yanagihara eventually spotted a man by the trash cans used to dump garbage in several greenhouses.

In a way, the two are acquaintances, after all, they just met not long ago.

This man was the leader of the group of refugees who had robbed Yanagihara and El before.

At this time, he was rummaging through the trash cans in ragged clothes, as if trying to find something from them, but unfortunately found nothing.

It wasn't until the man sighed and raised his head that he saw Yanagihara standing not far away.

"Ahh He must have been startled, took two steps back, looked at Yanagihara with a panicked expression, and said.

"You, why are you here?"

"I live nearby, and I can't sleep at night, so I go out for a walk." Yanagihara said flatly, tilting his head sideways.

"Are you looking for food?"

"Me." The man's voice froze for a moment, then opened and closed his mouth with a complicated expression.

"Yes, if you don't agree, I'll leave."

"It's okay." Yanagihara shrugged his shoulders.

To be honest, her impression of this man is not so bad, at least the other party seems to have some bottom lines.

"What about your friends?" After a pause, Yanagihara asked.

The man looked at Yanagihara, who was standing across the street, hesitated for a while, and replied aloud.

"They all stayed in the house, it was too cold outside."

"That's it." Yanagihara raised his eyebrows, as if he wasn't going to say anything more.

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll go first." The man bowed his head, obviously not ready to linger any longer.

Seeing the man turn to leave, Yanagihara was silent for a while, half loud, but suddenly stopped him with a loud voice.

"Hey, if you really want to live, think about what you should do, you can't live like you are now."

In the dark street, the man stopped.

And the wind and snow are still whistling, filling people's hearts.