In the end, there was a crunch...
After all, the osmanthus tree is just an osmanthus tree, not a white poplar, how could it bear the weight of the tall Adrian Desmond? A section of the osmanthus tree trunk that had grown for decades just fell.
"Adrian, this was my grandma's favorite osmanthus tree!" Sienna Johnson couldn't bear to look directly.
"My swing!"
Curly was stunned for a moment, realizing her swing couldn't be used anymore, almost crying.
Adrian wasn't prepared and fell directly to the ground. It didn't hurt, but his heart ached.
The two women he cared about deeply didn't show any concern for him.
"I fell to the ground, don't any of you care about me? Aren't you going to ask if I'm hurt?"
"Adrian, it's not even a meter off the ground. If you were seriously injured from it, that would truly be a miracle!"
"Mrs. Desmond, I think I'm hurt, pull me up."
