MyGO!!! I am the succubus Xiaoxiang?

The lamp was bowing its head.

At least this time.

Just once.

I don't want to regret it anymore.

Looking at Xiangzi, who was about to leave.

The lamp pulled the other person along.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Xiangzi asked.

"Xiangzi, come to my house," Deng said, looking at the other person.

"Huh? But isn't this a bit too sudden?"

"No," Deng said, looking at Xiangzi.

"Huh?" I mean, isn't this too sudden? I wasn't prepared at all. Will your family think it's impolite for me to come over like this?

"I have something I want to give to Xiangzi."

When forming a new band.

These are the words Su Shi once said.

"Because we haven't communicated properly enough, we've gradually drifted apart."

"This time, we need to communicate with each other and move forward together. That way, there will definitely be no problem."

There won't be any problems then.

If you don't say it now...

How will I say it next time?

They no longer want to be separated.

This time.

We became friends again.

I don't want to be separated again.

The lamp pulled Xiangzi along.

"Ounegai!"

"Okay!" Xiangzi looked at the other person.

Well, if I'm fine, it's not a problem.

Then it was discovered.

The building next to the overpass is their house.

. . . . . .

So, while talking and chatting, you ended up near the other person's house?

If I disagree.

. . . . . .

I hope the light won't get me arrested.

It can't be that heavy!

After all, when I put on the band-aid earlier, I was afraid I would run away.

It feels like I want to be chained to their side.

I'm not the kind of person who doesn't talk or chat when we meet, pretends not to see us, and then turns away and avoids everyone.

It's not necessary.

. . . . . .

Takamatsu Yuji.

A middle-aged man with delicate features.

I'm at the age where I worry about my daughter.

Yes, I'm worried about my daughter.

But I'm not worried that my daughter will be taken away by other men.

Because she is the daughter I've watched grow up.

She has absolutely no ability to get along with others, and there was even a time when she ended up singing while chatting.

If it's a man.

The light will definitely run away.

So they weren't afraid of men getting close at all.

just.

Corresponding.

A lamp that has absolutely no friends is truly something else.

"Crench!"

The door opens.

"Lights! Welcome home! Would you like to eat first or take a bath first? You want Daddy to hug you? Hmm?"

The lamp was holding a girl's hand, and they were standing in front of him.

Her face visibly flushed.

. . . . . .

He is a friend of the wild daughter.

And what I just said.

Then, without even looking at himself, Deng grabbed his friend and went inside.

"Uncle, um, this is a gift I brought. I'm sorry to bother you. Oh, oh! Sorry, I'll just leave it here for now."

Without stopping at all, the lamp pulled me into the room in one go.

The items were also thrown on the ground.

. . . . . .

My daughter brought some friends over.

But what did I just do?

Vadashi! What did you do?

If people laugh at your daughter for being so old and still calling her "Daddy's Baby," then...

Sure enough, I am still someone who has accomplished nothing.

Yuji Takamatsu looked at the ceiling light.

Sure enough, all I could do was achieve nothing.

Apologize.

Go and prepare tea and snacks for your daughter right away!

. . . . . .

"I...I won't do that." The lamp that pulled Xiangzi into the room was silent for a moment before finally speaking.

"Yes, that's right, it must be that Uncle wants Deng to hold him."

Xiangzi immediately realized what was happening and agreed.

"......Yes."

The lamp spoke silently.

He surveyed the layout of the room with the lights on.

It's simple and unpretentious, but it makes the most of the limited space.

"Xiangzi, this."

The lamp brought over a notebook and handed it to Xiangzi.

"Eh?"

Xiangzi took the notebook, looked at the beetle logo on it, and then looked at the other person.

The lamp looked at itself, as if it wanted to say something.

"I."

. . . . . .

The lamp realized that it still couldn't bring itself to say it.

I have already trained hard.

I have been training very, very hard.

If it were Xiangzi now, would he be able to accept himself?

Yourself.

Can't speak.

However, the girl in front of him looked at him and then turned the pages of the book.

I saw it; it was the sheet music called "Spring Day Shadow".

Look at yourself.

Put down the notebook.

He hummed softly, his fingers seemingly tapping in the air.

That voice.

It is the prelude to the spring shadows.

It was so sudden, yet so familiar.

In my blurred vision, the past is reflected.

In the glass in front of them, Xiang played the zither, Li Xi's drumming gradually rose, Su Shi plucked the strings, and Mu swayed gently with a smile.

"A haggard heart and a trembling eye."

"Servant." (I am alone in this world.)

Subconsciously, I started singing.

as always.

. . . . . .

"Why are your hands so warm?" (Why are your hands so warm?)

"ねぇお愿い(Hey, please)"

. . . . . .

"Never let go" (Never, never let go)

She couldn't remember anything anymore. When she looked up again and came to her senses, Xiangzi was in front of her, gently wiping away her tears.

Have I finished singing?

Yourself.

The lamp looked at Xiangzi and asked.

"I sang it." I wanted to ask how it was, but I was afraid, afraid that Xiangzi would say that it wasn't good enough.