"Dad, you don't need to worry about me. I want to say a few words to Yuan."
Mu Shaoqian gently pushed Mu Jingheng aside, still kneeling.
Yan Xinxin looked at his worn-out face, his thinning hair almost all gone due to chemotherapy.
"If you have something to say, say it while standing up."
Yan Xinxin spoke.
"Strictly speaking, you are my brother, and you're older than me, so you shouldn't be kneeling to me."
"My kneeling has nothing to do with hierarchy; it's because I did something wrong and must kneel."
Mu Shaoqian seemed to have never been this serious and solemn.
He looked up at Yan Xinxin and smiled slightly.
"Yuan, I once said that if you, Yan Xinxin, were my sister, I'd chop my head off and let you use it as a stool. Now, brother doesn't have to chop his head off, just kneel, which is easier by comparison."
He smiled, the tears clearly shimmering in his eyes, yet he forced a smile.
