Exhausted at the end of his dance practice, Chi Cheng returned to his room to remove the tedious attire and rest his now frigid and swollen feet. Along the way, he abandoned his shoes as he was spirited into the thrill of his performance, thus resulting in cold blisters.
"Why do I get carried away everytime I dance…" Chi Cheng sighed at his foolishness, plopping himself down on the bed. He breathed another sigh of relief as the weight of his attire was finally alleviated off his body. "It's a fairly lovely dance. It was quite amusing to watch General Zhu's attempts…" Chuckling, Chi Cheng remembered Zhu Zhiying's grandfather. "Ah…Zhu Zifeng, your grandson is a remarkable man. I'll treat him well for as long as I live."
Chi Cheng meticulously removed the attire, mindful of avoiding damages or tears. It was a weary task, but he relaxed the moment he neatly folded the different pieces together and laid it on his dresser.
