"It's borrowed," Guan Sixing said, "It's clean."
"Oh, thank you."
Jhiang Youyou put on the shoes, her left hand had been scraped when she rolled down the hill, making it difficult to tie the laces.
He noticed her hand was in pain.
"Let me help you."
The two masters were still waiting above, and Jhiang Youyou, not wanting to delay any further and without any fuss, extended her foot forward: "Thank you, Student Wang."
He didn't start tying right away but looked at it as if he were studying something.
Jhiang Youyou also turned her head to look, were there flowers on the shoelace?
He started tying the shoelace, wrapping it around once, then again.
"Why do you tie it like that?"
He looked up at her, his expression blank.
Jhiang Youyou touched the tips of her shoes together: "This is a dead knot."
He bent down again to untie the shoelace.