"Alas, the night was too dark to make out the features of the woman waving on the dock."
"It couldn't be that much of a coincidence, could it?"
Song Guo dared not hastily link the waving woman in the distance to Miao Zhu.
"But what if it was?"
Just then, Mo Chen emerged from the ship's cabin.
Song Guo hurriedly called out to him, "Mo Chen, since you're trained in martial arts and have keen eyesight, see if that woman is Miao Zhu."
"The boatman, we are all women here, not heavy," called Miao Zhu, standing on the dock.
Her arm had grown sore from waving, yet the large ship showed no sign of moving closer to the dock.
If they didn't want to take them aboard, they should just say so, or simply leave—why did it seem like they were just stopping there?
The two women also began to shout, "Boatman, give us a lift."