Lonely as a shadow, gentle as sand

This night is a sleepless night.

It was the same for him, and it was the same for her.

Gaara doesn't know when he started to endure the sleepiness. He is used to sitting on the roof alone, looking up at the moon's waxing and waning.

"Zi-Wei-You-Mao-Wu... Is Wu in front or Mao?" The girl puffed her lips, with an angry expression on her face, standing in the yard with her hips akimbo.Looking back, I found a dark shadow on the roof, paused, is it a thief?

Clouds covered the moon, so it was hard to see who it was.

"Who is it?" With a leap, she went up to the roof and stood on the eaves.

"..." The other party didn't answer.On the contrary, it made her feel a little speechless.

The wind at night was bitingly cold.The cool wind circled in the air and made a small circle, blowing away a brown leaf from the old dead tree. The swing that had been in disrepair moved for a rare time, but it could no longer make a crisp sound. The creaking panting seemed abrupt in this night.

"Ahh~" She shuddered, and fell down from the eaves in a bloody way.She suddenly panicked, remembering that evening, when she flew off the swing like that.It's just that the boy held her in the sand. At that time, she really felt that if there is a god, it should be like him.

The person on the eaves was indifferent, as if he hadn't seen him.

He didn't hold her back with sand, and still looked at the crescent moon with no expression on his face.Fortunately, she was quick-witted and used her chakra to attract the wall, otherwise she would have a close contact with the opposite side!

Fuji Anxi walked slowly along the wall.Step by step, I went up to the roof carefully, and climbed up gently. Perhaps the clouds were blown away by the playful wind, and the moonlight shone in the yard.

It turned out to be Gaara.

"It's really ruthless." She walked towards him, but she didn't sit beside him, but sat far away from him.Because she knew that the current him was contending with the guy in his body.

Before going to Anbu, I secretly hid close to watch him help the children pick up the ball. I thought the children would accept him because of this, but when the children saw that it was him, they ran away with fear in their eyes.

Looking at his expression, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart, as if someone had wrapped her heart and intestines together.Wanting to run forward, I saw a brother with light yellow hair running over, and the people from Anbu also pulled her away...

He is no longer the child who wanted others to accept him?

Looking at him from a distance, Gaara, is there a big distance between us?

"You, do you want to sleep?" Her voice was very soft, but it was extraordinarily clear this night. It was as expected that the other party didn't answer as if she didn't hear her.She got up to approach him.

"You are very naive, don't come near me." He warned her viciously, but she didn't stop.

"I'm very powerful, I won't get hurt, you go to sleep." She squatted down, trying to pat him on the shoulder.But in the next second, it was blocked by sand, and a little dull pain came from the fingertips.

"Believe me."

"Be careful of being killed." His jaw drew a beautiful arc, with indifference and a trace of contempt in his eyes, he jumped off the roof and strode away.

[I'm very powerful, I won't get hurt, you go to sleep. ]

[I'm very powerful, I won't get hurt, you go to sleep. ]

Her words lingered in her ears.

He opened his mouth and retorted in a very face-saving way: "How can a person who has been in a coma for so long be called powerful?"

The girl didn't answer, just sat down casually.

When he left the yard, he only heard that immature and stubborn voice say: "Yes, I'm really weak, very weak." Little did he know, the corners of Gaara's lips curled up slightly.