"Your hair is all wet; hurry back home."
Su Qingluo knew she couldn't delay any longer.
The longer she lingered at the courtyard gate, the more unwilling Little Prince would be to go home. She patted Soybean's horse's head.
Soybean's strong and slender hooves splashed around the water as it lowered its head to affectionately nuzzle Little Prince's face. Then, with a long neigh, it raised its front hooves and galloped off like an arrow.
"Xuan'er, the rain is getting heavier. Go back inside quickly."
Li Xiu'e rushed to the courtyard gate with her umbrella, bent down, picked up Little Prince, and carried him back to the main room.
"Roar, roar."
Huya shook its big head, watching Little Master's familiar figure disappearing at the village entrance. With its lantern-like big eyes, it glanced at the woods, then at the small courtyard, instinctively wanting to bolt into the forest.
"Huya, come back."