The night was so terrifying, completely different from the daytime.
"Not fun?"
Unexpectedly, that was the answer. In fact, Bai Zhi initially felt a bit sorry for him.
A little boy, separated from his mother, lost in a strange place would surely be very scared and confused, wouldn't he?
"I want to go home, I want to go home."
He kept crying and fussing, almost impossible to restrain. Bai Zhi somehow procured a very thick stick.
"I want to go home, I want to go home."
He kept shouting incessantly.
"Go back then, the road's right there. If you want to go back, just go."
Bai Zhi pointed to the road leading outside, the same path the child had just walked.
"Scared, not going, not going."
At that time, Bai Zhi had someone go back with a message, saying the child was alright.
The parents were relieved, too, expressing a desire to go inside and see their child. Otherwise, they wouldn't be reassured.
