She froze for a moment, then clutched his arm forcefully, her hoarse voice tense, "No need to kneel," she repeated, "You don't need to kneel, just finish this cup of wine."
Mo Shiche paused in his actions, turned his head to look at her, and the light that had just brightened in his eyes dimmed slightly again, "To toast the deceased elders, there is no reason not to kneel, and besides, I am making a promise. You want me to kneel, hmm?"
Luo Qiangwei's small hand left red marks on his arm, "No," she said with exceptional determination, "No need to kneel, just stand and toast, or, if you don't want to toast, then forget it."
As she said this, her little face was tense, and her gaze was directed at the distant mountains, as if she were enduring something.
Mo Shiche's eyes darkened, but he didn't insist any further, and his tall body stood straight again, "Alright," he said as he pulled her hand away, gently caressing her palm to relax her, "I'll stand and toast."
