Emma Benson was reaching for a branch in the distance, covered with plump lychees, their skins a luscious red, looking extremely enticing.
Earlier, she had spotted them from under the tree and insisted on picking them no matter what.
She was startled by a man's shout and nearly fell from the tree.
"It's fine, I'll come down once I pick them." She hugged the trunk, leaning forward, trying hard to reach the far-off branch.
"Be careful!..." Walter Schmidt frowned, understanding her stubbornness, knowing she wouldn't give up until she picked them. So, he didn't ask her to come down, although her actions were very risky, her body swaying and seeming ready to fall at any moment, which was nerve-wracking to watch.
"It's fine..." Emma Benson muttered, stretching her hand as far as she could, soon about to reach the branch, with an even brighter smile on her face.
Crossley and Ose Owen also approached after seeing this scene, standing under the tree with slight frowns.
