"Brother, can I sing a song for you?"
Nuonuo thought hard to come up with a way to help her brother relax.
"Okay!"
In Da Bao's memory, Nuonuo used to love singing during her childhood, especially pestering him to teach her foreign nursery rhymes. Her favorite was the French song "Butterfly."
With her little stature and pigtails, she would snuggle in his arms, playing the role of the little girl in the song while he portrayed the grandfather.
Back then, she was innocent and lively.
However, since she started learning the violin, her interests seemed to shift, and her passion for singing became a thing of the past.
"Come to think of it, it's been ages since I last heard you sing."
Da Bao's lips curled ever so slightly. He assumed Nuonuo was probably going through voice changes, which made her hesitant to sing. Yet, he was her brother; no matter how she sang, he would always support her.
Nuonuo cleared her throat gently and began to sing softly.
