Zheng Yichen inspected the mended parts on his battle suit; there seemed to be no apparent issues on first glance, although the lost defensive capability could not be restored. But being able to wear it was enough.
Humming a tune lightly, Zheng Yichen prepared to go to sleep. In the night, he heard a faint noise and woke from his slumbers. A shadowy figure, who had been frozen by Zheng Yichen's sudden rise, made a hasty escape out of the window without hesitation.
"What the hell, could it be a thief?" Zheng Yichen yawned as he watched the retreating figure, then closed the window and went back to bed. The person had already run away; what was the point in chasing after them?
