Having been struck in the chest by the carriage, He Ming bore with the pain. He squatted down and caressed the old horse, "Old pal, it's been hard on you all this while. I want to thank you. I hope that Heaven does not need you to lug water anymore and that you can freely run on a large grass plain." With that said, He Ming's tears rolled down his cheeks involuntarily. Although there were a few water-delivery teams, there were only two horses that could be used to deliver water. They were reared permanently at some kind-hearted person's place. The people had time to rest, but the horses had to lug water every other day. Compared to the humans, it was more tiring for the horses. Having traveled so much, He Ming had feelings for the horse. Now, he felt sorrow rise up within him seeing an old friend depart. Large teardrops dripped down his face.
Men only weep when deeply hurt.
