Upon his arrival at the hospital, Lu Mingzhong was found with a broken spinal bone and a cut on his right forehead. Half of his face was covered in blood, yet his consciousness remained remarkably lucid.
Despite the pain, he remained stoically silent, even though his complexion paled, clenching his teeth tightly.
By his side, his wife, Mrs. Lu, pressed her lips together, her expression taut.
On the other side, Dong Songsong wept as he apologized. "Auntie, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked Uncle Lu to help with fixing the grape trellis."
Lu Mingzhong's voice trembled through the pain. "Songsong, it's not your fault. It was an accident."
The Lu family and the Dong family were neighbors, and Songsong, this young girl, had grown up under Lu Mingzhong's watch. They were both honest and dutiful children; there was no way she'd intentionally cause him to fall from the grape trellis.