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[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.