"On the twelfth day of the sixth year, eighth month, sixth year after leaving the greenhouse, on this night that was about to pass, I felt my blood freeze······"

It must be almost dawn, and although there is still no sunlight in the wind and snow at night, Liz's instincts tell her that dawn is coming.

She is still like this, unreservedly trusting her instincts and believing in her destiny.

It was so cold, Liz was still playing the guitar, but her fingers were almost unconscious.

The hot plate can block the spread of the cold, but it can't block the air flow mixed with the strong winds.

Every gust of wind and snow was enough to lower Liz's body temperature, but she was still standing at the front of the stage, as if she was singing persistently, and as if she was deliberately resisting the sweep of the low temperature.

Is it almost dawn?

The people in the greenhouse didn't know, because they were still immersed in the singing, Yanagihara didn't, because she still couldn't see through the wind and snow to hide the sun.

Until the first glimmer of light appeared in the darkness of the sky, until a little hazy light revealed the clouds.

A smile appeared on Liz's face, and she knew she had guessed right again. And she didn't break her promise either, she sang this blizzard night.

"Z!" When the last note fades into the wind.

Liz stood still for a moment with the guitar in her hand.

She didn't have much strength left, and the singing of the whole night was enough to exhaust her, not to mention that the cold almost condensed her breathing.

The lights on the radio tower faded, the screen gradually lost its image, and the concert seemed to come to a successful end as people watched intently.

The light above the clouds hadn't fully bloomed, but Liz couldn't hold it anymore.

I saw her body shake for a moment, and then she fell backwards.

She didn't fall to the ground, though, because a figure appeared behind her in time and grabbed her shoulder.

Looking at Liz who fell weakly in his arms, Yanagihara was silent for a moment and said lightly.

"It's over."

"yes, it's over." Liz grudgingly hooked the corners of her mouth and spoke slowly in that somewhat hoarse voice.

"Unfortunately, I haven't had time to conclude yet."

She leaned her back against Yanagihara, looked up at the sky that revealed a glimmer of light in the distance, and half-ranging, opened and closed her pale lips, and said jokingly.

"Yanagihara, when did your body become so warm?"

At this moment, she only felt that Yanagihara's embrace was very warm, which was completely different from the cold before.

Yanagihara was stunned for Liz's question, and then chuckled helplessly.

"Like I said, my body will also get warmer, as long as it's warm enough."

"Really?" Liz nodded, watching as she began to walk through the snow, and closed her eyes.

But in fact, it was only because her body was so cold, so cold that it seemed like she had lost all its temperature.

"Yanagihara, am I going to die?" In the midst of the silence of the snow, the girl suddenly asked.

"No, it won't." The wanderer calmly gave his answer.

"I'll take you into the greenhouse, and then you'll start over there."

"Really?" A smile appeared on the girl's face.

"That sounds good, too."

Unfortunately, she was too cold.

It's so cold that even such a smile can no longer be maintained.

After a few breaths, the expression on the girl's face gradually darkened, and she lowered her eyes to look down at the ruins under the tower that she had looked at countless times.

"Hara, you know what, before this night, I used to have nothing."

She had lost everything, like the rabbit that had been left behind.

So how lucky she was that someone was able to pick it up again.

"Nope." But at this time, Yanagihara suddenly interrupted her.

"The truth is only that before that, you had worked hard to live."

Liz was stunned for a moment, and then she watched Yanagihara lean down, carry her on her back, and walk down the tower.

"What you have to understand is that I already believe it." Yanagihara said as he walked.

"You're going to be the greatest rocker after the disaster."

"So don't put on this show anymore, I'm waiting for your oriental concert."

In the incessant sound of the wind, Liz silently looked at the person carrying her back under her.

After a long time, a slightly exaggerated smile appeared on her face, and she slowly stretched out her frozen hands and wrapped her arms around Yanagihara's neck.

"To tell you the truth, Yuan, you just charmed me."

"Don't say such misleading things."

"You're actually my destined partner."

"Do you want me to drop you right now?"

"Haha."

In the midst of the laughter, Liz pressed her cheek against Yanagihara's shoulder.

She felt her vision blurry.

"Seriously, Yanagihara, if I survive, you must remember to come to my concert."

The girl said this, and there was not much strength left in her words.

"I'll sing to the sea."

Liz once discovered a secret in Yanagihara.

Because she secretly flipped through Yanagihara's notes.

So on that day, she discovered Yanagihara's journey, which was to die.

She didn't talk about it, and she didn't persuade Yanagihara because she knew it didn't make sense.

She just had some regrets.

She just had some regrets about their ending.

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If one day I can sing facing the sea, if the snow has melted that day, if the sun is shining that day.

I hope you can come and sit in my audience.

I'm going to give you a song.

To you who I was meant to be.