"This person just died, and you're rushing to celebrate. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Oscar Land shook his head helplessly. "Luke, tone it down; the show isn't over yet."
"Yes, big brother, you're right." Luke Land grinned, looking ingratiating. "When the time comes, should I squeeze out a few tears in front of the media?"
"Cry if you can cry." A rare lightness crept onto Oscar Land's face.
As Oscar Land and Luke Land chatted happily, Asher Land's silence on the side was notably conspicuous.
"What's wrong? Feeling overwhelmed with guilt and remorse?" Luke Land nudged his chest with his elbow. "Don't be gloomy. The matter is settled—he's dead; it's our release. No, it should be said, it's the world's release."
Asher Land lowered his head slightly and chuckled softly.
Yes, indeed, it's a form of release.
"I need to go somewhere, so I'll leave first." With that said, Asher Land turned around and left the room.
