If only I had been more cautious back then.
A fresh wave of melancholy welled up in Wang Xiaoming's heart. Kariya's death was still something he found hard to come to terms with.
Wang Xiaoming suddenly felt a little regretful. When Medea had been here earlier, he had forgotten to ask whether she had any potion that could erase memories. If she did, it would have been better to drink it and forget all these upsetting things.
With a bitter smile, he shook his head and cast aside the wild thoughts in his mind. After all, this was not the time for grief.
He got out of bed, intending to go downstairs for some water to ease the dryness in his throat. But when he reached the living room, he found the two children already seated at the dining table, with breakfast prepared. There was clearly enough for four...
Yet that person would never return.
"Is Uncle Kariya really dead?"
When Wang Xiaoming entered, Shirou looked up at him and suddenly asked.
Shirou's question left Wang Xiaoming at a loss for words. Only then did he realize—
This child, who was only a few years old, had witnessed the deaths of his own parents.
And Sakura beside him...
They were clearly two wonderful children, yet they had already endured so much pain that even adults might not have been able to bear.
And if he, their guardian, could not set an example for them, that would be far too pathetic.
With that thought, Wang Xiaoming forced himself to pull himself together. He patted Shirou on the head and said, "Kariya is dead."
The moment Shirou heard Wang Xiaoming's answer, his face fell. It could not be helped—this child had never been able to hide what he was feeling.
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