The donkey halted, panting heavily, evidently quite exhausted.
Looking at Sun Erzhuang, who had just gotten off the carriage, he was panting even harder than the donkey pulling the cart!
One may wonder how a person riding a cart could be more worn out than the donkey itself; someone unaware might even think he was the one pulling the cart!
A child without a mother—a long story to tell. Sun Erzhuang wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve and said dejectedly, "A few days ago, while my mother was on the mountain for my father's memorial, she encountered a fierce tiger and lost her life."
Sun Erzhuang couldn't help but start to tear up, his eyes reddening as he said, "Fortunately, the mountain men shouted in time, scaring the vicious tiger away and leaving my mother's body behind. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't have recovered even a whole corpse."
"It's hot nowadays, so I went into town to buy a coffin to send my mother on peacefully."
