Her voice saying 'stop crying,' was only loud enough for the two of them to hear, but Mu Qingxin lowered her head and cried harder: "Whenever I think about how my brother is suffering so much now, I just feel like such a useless sister. Back then, when Jiang Yan and I were struggling, he was the one helping us, and now it's like this between you two, and I can't do anything to help."
Qin Mu sighed softly, uncertain whether she felt sorry for someone, or regretted something.
"Qin Mu, think of it as my plea to you, give me a bit of face, go see him, he listens to you. Have him eat something, take his medicine, let his illness get better, then you can ignore him afterwards. A few days more or less won't make a difference, will it?"
Mu Qingxin excitedly grabbed her hand, crying as she pleaded with her.
"Aren't you afraid that the food I cook will poison him?"
Qin Mu asked her with a bitter smile.
"Even if it's poison, he'll think your cooking is delicious!"
