[Alan, Wild Wolf Base. I'll leave it to you.
The woman said with a smile.
In order to protect these words, the young man stepped into the dark abyss ahead without fear.
Every time winter comes, a sad and scarred season, Xi Lanqing will think of the three knotted ropes on her wrist.
They commemorate his family and warmth.
Even if I am bound by memories and trapped by the past life.
When the nerve current connected to the armor, the boy slowly opened his eyes. The crimson paint was like a devil born from hell wrapped in flames.
No matter how many years have passed, Xi Lanqing can still think of that familiar voice gently saying to him: Go, Sirius is your wings.
The sky is where you are truly free.
Fly.