The sky was still dark, and the road lamps shone quietly. Lou Cheng woke up early in the morning as usual; in fact he was even ten minutes earlier. This was because he discovered while he was attempting to take off his clothes last night that it would be tough and time consuming to put on his clothes with his right arm inconveniencing him.
Sometime later, he was finally done with his preparation and washing. He sent a message to the sound asleep Yan Zheke 'complaining tearfully' about the hardships of the disabled, and slowly jogged to the lake side with the relaxed feelings of someone who had washed away yesterday's dust, the cold, refreshing that nurtured his lungs, and the silence where everyone was asleep except him. He persevered in the daily training that had become a habit in his life.
When he reached his old haunt, he saw that his master had already been waiting for him already. He hurriedly called him respectfully.
