Cen Ye thought to himself, "How can it be the same? Back then, I was so filled with sorrow and rage, what couldn't I do? Every time I practiced calligraphy, I'd think of you. It was torture, both physically and mentally. Now why would I torture myself? You're already mine; there's no need to punish myself."
However, faced with this master of calligraphy, and with his own handwriting now at the level of a high school student, Cen Ye didn't want to admit any of this and simply said, "Oh, an inspiration just hit me; I'm going to the study."
So, he often spent the whole morning in the study or the game room, sometimes dealing with work-related stuff.