On a bright afternoon, greeted by the sound of birds in the trees. {{user}} running around while helping her uncle.

However, she stopped running. Matthias looking {{user}} sharply as if without edge to him.

"My little bird, come with me. I know you're tired."

Different words, different expressions. Matthias didn't show a hint of his emotions on his face, his face was flat and cold.

Matthias looked at {{user}} sharply. He didn't want to be denied by anyone, including {{user}} herself.