"So, Sister Liz didn't come back with you in the end?"

On the snow in the ice field, Al sat by the lit stove, hugged his legs, and asked Yanagihara about his subsequent story.

"Yeah." But Liuyuan just gave her a short answer, as if he didn't want to discuss this topic further.

Al must have noticed this, lowered his head and didn't ask any more questions.

The flame is grilling the dried meat, making it simple to heat.

After a while, the girl took out a camera from the backpack on the side, the same one she picked up in the rubbish dump.

Liz had made a charger for this thing before, making it possible for it to be used for a long time.

Al was probably looking through the photos in the camera, and after a while, she suddenly asked Liuyuan.

"Liuyuan, are all relationships between people like this?"

Yanagi Yuan, who was sitting opposite the girl, paused for a moment, then nodded and answered calmly.

"Well, most of them are like that."

There will always be a day when we say goodbye, and there will always be a time when we no longer remember them.

As a creature that can retain memories for a long time, humans prefer to forget.

This behavior is complex and contradictory.

"Will we encounter many such things in the future?" the girl asked again. After all, she had experienced too many similar separations after leaving Greenhouse No. 3.

"If nothing unexpected happens." Liu Yuan raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"There will be more."

With that said, she took off the dried meat that was stuck on the short knife and handed it to Al.

The girl took the dried meat, was silent for a moment, lowered her head and started eating, until she asked slowly again.

"Will we lose touch one day too?"

Yanagi Yuan averted his eyes from the girl and put the short knife back to his waist.

"Yeah, but trust me Al, it's a good thing."

There was some regret in the girl's eyes, which was rare, because this was the first time since her sister's death that she seemed to want to leave something behind.

But she still couldn't save anything.

On the endless snowfield, there are no clouds in the sky. After the snowstorm, today there is a good weather that is almost impossible to see in the ice field.

But no one praised or spoke to him.

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After lunch, Yanagihara took Al on the road again.

Since leaving the No. 3 Western Greenhouse, the two have been traveling on the Western Ice Sheet for several months, and it is expected that they will be able to enter the central area of ​​the Ice Sheet soon.

To be honest, Liuyuan still has a lot of memories about that place.

However, as a person who has lived for too long, she still hopes that she will not think of those memories.

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Half a month later, in the mercenary group camp in the Central Greenhouse, a tall woman wearing a military cap and coat was sitting in her room eating breakfast.

She was wearing a light green officer's uniform, which made her figure look slender and straight, and also gave her aura an invisible sense of iron blood and oppression.

At the same time, she also has a pair of sharp eyes, and her two gazes are like knives. Even if she stares calmly, it is enough to make people feel scared.

She was very quiet when eating, sitting upright, even when she cut the food with a knife, she looked very serious.

Perhaps this is what excellent soldiers are like, like a robot that never relaxes. Everything it does has its own fixed program and operating logic.

Probably when the woman was taking her third bite of food, there was a knock on the door of her room.

The woman stopped eating, then raised her eyes to look at the door, slowly put down the knife and fork in her hand, straightened her collar and said.

"Come in."

After a while, a woman also wearing a military uniform walked into the room.

"Anjie, wake up. This is the recent expenditure of the regiment. This is the commissioned task recently released by several nearby greenhouses. This is the relative list of the members who died in the last operation. This is the expected indicator of the regiment next month...

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The woman who entered the door handed the documents in her hand to the woman at the table one by one as she spoke.

"Please take a look at it and sign it. I'll come over later to get it. Oh, and by the way, you want me to bring the Greenhouse Times."

Putting the last newspaper on the table, the woman who came in later gave a military salute ably, then turned and left.

She looked vigorous and resolute, and she seemed to be quite busy.

In fact, as the secretary of a large mercenary group, she does have a lot to do.

The woman sitting at the dining table rubbed her brow with a headache after her secretary left.

"There are so many."

Looking at the documents placed on the table, she said helplessly, with a hint of exhaustion in her sharp eyes.

But then, she picked up the newspaper on the top and started reading it leisurely while eating breakfast.

Morning was her rare rest time, and she didn't want to waste it all on work.

A huge painting appeared on the cliffs of the Western Icefield, causing a sensation and onlookers.

Is it that exaggerated?

After briefly taking a look at the attached photo, the woman named Anjie at the table nodded calmly.

It's really pretty.

The No. 4 Greenhouse in the West successfully resisted the intrusion of the herd, and the snowfield train may be a feasible method.

Why is it all news about the western ice sheet?

However, it is indeed not easy for a small greenhouse to withstand animal disasters.

The woman thought like this and continued to turn the newspaper in her hand to the next page.

However, the next moment, her hand paused there.

Perhaps out of excitement, within about one breath, she pinched the edges of the newspaper and wrinkled it together.

The woman's brows were furrowed, and her eyes seemed to be even more sharp. Her expression seemed to be a little puzzled, but also a little angry.

Why she lost her temper like this is still unclear.

But what is certain is that there was such a message written on the page of the newspaper she was looking at.

A large-scale private concert takes place in Greenhouse No. 5 in the West—on a snowstorm night, the manager temporarily accepts refugees. Is it a righteous act or a foolish act?

Attached to the text is a photo, which shows two vague figures reflected on a screen on a broadcast tower.

I can't see the specific face clearly, but I can at least see the general shape and outline.

"Is that you?" After a while, a voice murmured to himself in the room.

After a while, the newspaper was gently placed on the table, and the woman reached into her pocket and took out an old badge.

Sitting at the dining table and looking at the badge in her hand, the woman finally sighed slowly.

"Maybe, I just admitted my mistake..."
Chapter completed!