Big Bull looked up at the sky, which had already grown late; the moon had climbed atop the tree branches. He then said to Coachman Yu, "Coachman Yu, it's getting late. If we don't head back now, our families will start to worry. Let's set off quickly."
Upon hearing this, Coachman Yu's face turned slightly unnatural.
Big Bull and Xuexue were puzzled.
After exchanging a glance, Xuexue asked, "Uncle Yu, what's wrong with you?"
"I... I... My limbs have gone weak from fright because of those bandits; I fear I can't drive the ox cart," Coachman Yu stammered with a flushed face.
How shameful, thought Coachman Yu. Xuexue, just a little girl, hadn't been scared at all, yet he, a grown man, had been so frightened that his limbs had gone limp. His face was full of shame.
"Huh?"
Xuexue's mouth fell open in surprise. Turning to look at Big Bull, she found herself at a loss for words for a moment.