"Brother, brother!"
"What's up?"
"Why were you daydreaming just now?"
"Can you see my expression even when you're on my neck?" Uesugi Sakura paused for a few seconds then asked.
"Yes, I can," Aei said, "Brother hasn't answered me yet. Just now, like everyone, you were staring at Sister Hanabi, but only you were daydreaming."
Uesugi Sakura looked up at the stage, his eyes reflecting the dazzling lights, the solemn yet agile and graceful dance of the witches.
He murmured, "Sometimes, I worry that I'm dreaming. Occasionally I feel like I'm watching her, she's in the spring, amidst flying cherry blossoms, her petite silhouette gently drifting, like cherry blossoms swept away by the wind, if I'm not careful, she'll vanish in the blink of an eye."
"I don't understand," Aei shook her head.
"It's okay if you don't understand. Do you know, Aei? Sister Hanabi is most afraid of being lonely. If one day, no one remembers her goodness, she will be very sad, very sad."
