"Another thing, if you want to play the hero and save the damsel, it's a real skill to solve problems yourself. Always having your parents clean up your mess is not what a man does."
Years By Years understood, and his little face turned bright red out of embarrassment.
"Go on out." Owen Moreland picked up the file beside him and opened it, no longer looking at his son.
...
Emma saw her brother coming downstairs dejectedly and ran over to comfort him, "Brother, don't be sad. Here, have some chocolate."
Whenever she was sad, her brother would give her chocolate, and then she wouldn't be sad anymore.
Years By Years took the chocolate, unwrapped it, and brought it to his sister's mouth. The little girl loved it so much. If he actually ate it, she'd definitely cry.
Emma's eyes turned into crescents out of delight.
Amelia Clarke came over and saw the English book tucked under Years By Years's arm and understood. She asked, "Did Dad make you copy the book? How many times?"
