"Gaara had really been liking to sit on the roof lately."
Kankuro looked at his younger brother, who was still sitting on the roof in the middle of the night, and spoke softly to his older sister, Temari.
"Yeah. Who knew what our little brother was thinking?"
As the eldest sister, and because of her personality, Temari was far bolder than Kankuro.
"Come on. Let's go up and show some concern for our little brother."
"Huh?"
Kankuro had just been about to refuse when Temari forcibly dragged him up onto the roof.
Yet even Temari, tough as she was, could not help showing a hint of unease when facing Gaara.
"Um, Gaara, what are you looking at up here?" Temari asked, doing her best to sound natural.
This was already the limit of what she could do. After all, she and Kankuro had witnessed more than once how the sand around Gaara had torn villagers apart.
With that shadow hanging over her, having the courage to speak to Gaara was already impressive enough!
Facing his sister's question, Gaara replied blandly, "The moon, the night sky, and the sheep pen."
Temari froze.
She could understand the moon and the starry sky, but what did he mean by a sheep pen?
She looked toward Kankuro. He shook his head with the same baffled expression. Where was there a sheep pen on this roof?
To keep the conversation from going cold, Temari could only say, "Well, the moonlight is indeed beautiful tonight."
Gaara glanced at Temari. Because of everything he had experienced since birth, his heart was highly sensitive.
It was precisely because of that sensitivity that he could clearly sense the cautious feelings this sister of his held toward him.
"Actually, you want to know what the sheep pen is more, don't