"Why do you know so many children's songs?" Da Yu asked after a long pause.
Zard reminisced for a moment, "Xiao Yu liked listening to them. When he was in the mental hospital, he was often scared and couldn't sleep, so I sang lullabies to put him to sleep. Xiao Yu was as adorable then as he is now. But every time I think about how his cuteness is because his life stopped at six years old, I feel a bit sad."
This never-serious Zard became unusually solemn for once. Or perhaps, at critical and dangerous moments, he always forced himself to be normal.
Da Yu remained silent for a long time. "It's lucky Xiao Yu has you around. So, you really want that Red Longsword because Xiao Yu would surely like it, right?"
Zard thought for a moment and replied, "Yeah."
Da Yu asked, "Do you sympathize with Xiao Yu?"
