Zhou Laoda held the lantern high, Zhulan, "......don't hold up the lantern."
Outside it was pitch-black, and the light from the lantern wasn't very bright. Holding up the lantern looked somewhat scary, and coupled with the cold night wind, whoever lacked a strong fortitude would surely be frightened into illness.
Zhou Laoda put down the lantern and pricked up his ears, "Mother, the sound of horse hooves, the noise is getting closer."
Finally, a smile appeared on Zhulan's face. Indeed, there's something to the saying "great minds think alike," her intuition wasn't wrong.
